(LANCE)
The sub-basement garage had turned into a slaughterhouse, but we made it out through the hidden escape tunnel. I carried Eliona on my bike through the underground passage until we emerged at the old industrial clubhouse on the outskirts — the original Black Unicorn den.
The moment we walked through the doors, the surviving brothers let out a roar. The place was packed with hangarounds, prospects, and patched members who had made it out of the tower alive. Music thumped. Bottles were raised. This was her first official patch party.
I didn’t give her time to breathe.
I dragged Eliona straight to the center of the room, under the spotlight above the main stage, and shoved her onto the old pool table. Her leather cut was torn and stained with c*m and dust, but the Property of Unico
