POV: Burn
The ride back from the safehouse was quiet, the weight of what we’d just done hanging over us like a storm cloud. The man from La Morte Nera was dead, but his words echoed in my mind—the locations of their men, the rail lines they were using to move their product. It was bigger than I’d expected, and now that we had the information, we had to act fast. If we waited too long, they’d regroup, and we’d be the ones caught in their trap.
I parked my bike outside the clubhouse, my boots kicking up dust as I swung off and headed inside. The guys were already there, waiting—Razor, Jax, Brick, and the rest of the New York chapter. Skull had stayed behind to clean up the mess we’d left in that room, but I knew he’d be here soon.
I pushed open the door and found Sophie sitting at the bar
