POV: Burn
The night was colder than usual, the air sharp as it cut across my face. But I barely felt it. The only thing I could feel was the adrenaline surging through my veins, driving me forward, faster, harder. The roar of the bike beneath me was like thunder in the quiet streets, the rest of the club falling in behind me as we tore through the city.
My mind was already locked on the mission, every detail playing out in my head like a battle plan. I didn’t care about anything else right now—not the cold, not the darkness, not the fear gnawing at the back of my mind. All I cared about was making La Morte Nera pay.
They took Sophie. They made her a pawn in their game, thinking I’d fall right into their trap. And now? Now I was going to show them just how bad of a mistake that was.
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