POV: Burn
The roar of the explosion still echoed in my ears as we tore through the night, leaving the smoldering remains of the warehouse behind. The mission had gone off exactly the way we’d planned—fast, brutal, and clean. La Morte Nera was crippled, at least for now. Their supply lines were nothing but ash.
But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
I gripped the handlebars of my bike tighter, the familiar burn of adrenaline still rushing through my veins. The wind whipped against my face, cold and biting, but I barely felt it. My mind was elsewhere—on her.
Sophie.
I had left her back at the clubhouse, worried and scared. And that ate at me. Every second that I was out here, away from her, felt like a mistake. I had promised her that no one would touch her again, that she was
