POV: Sophie
The air in the clubhouse felt heavier after Burn and the men returned. The tension was thick, wrapping itself around everyone like a noose that was slowly tightening. We all knew what was coming. La Morte Nera wasn’t going to let this go—they were gearing up for something bigger, something worse. And we had to be ready.
Burn had barely spoken since he came back. His face was hard, his eyes stormy, like a man who was preparing himself for war. And I could feel that same storm building inside me. Every time I looked at him, every time I saw the strain in his posture, the tightness in his jaw, I felt the heat between us simmering, threatening to boil over.
I had tried to keep busy, helping Tanya and Maya with the last of the cleanup, but every time Burn walked past me, his hand
