POV: Sophie
The sounds of battle outside were deafening, and no matter how many times Burn had told me everything would be fine, I couldn’t shake the gnawing fear in my chest. The echoes of gunfire and the heavy thud of boots on concrete rattled through the walls of the clubhouse, and I was trying my best to keep it together, but it wasn’t easy. Not when it felt like the world outside was tearing itself apart.
I was standing in the back room with a few of the other women, trying to block out the sounds of the violence that surrounded us. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in shallow bursts, and all I could think about was Burn—out there, fighting, putting his life on the line to protect all of us.
“Stay here,” he had told me before rushing out into the fray, his voice rough but ful
