POV: Burn
The night air hung heavy with the scent of gunpowder and gasoline, the tension still vibrating through the air even as the chaos faded. We’d fought off the Crows this time, but the fight wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
My hands were still shaking from the adrenaline, the buzz of violence simmering just beneath my skin as I scanned the lot, making sure everything was secure. Razor was handling the cleanup, the guys moving in sync to deal with the damage, but my mind wasn’t on the clubhouse or the aftermath.
It was on Sophie.
I hadn’t seen her since the shooting started, and the thought of her being caught in the middle of all that—it made my blood run cold. I told her to stay put, to stay safe, but I needed to see her. I needed to feel her close, to know for sure that she was
