Chapter Seventy-Two
Blade’s pov
The compound was a beehive of aggression the next morning. The fire at the east armory had everyone on a razor’s edge. I could hear brothers shouting, loading heavy weapons into crates, and cursing the Black Vultures with every breath. They were patching up the two guards I’d shot, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, antiseptic, and pure, unadulterated rage. Stone had called an emergency meeting at the c***k of dawn. He sat at the head of the long table, his face carved from cold granite, laying out plans for a bloody retaliation that would make the Vultures pay for every crate of ammo we’d lost.
I sat in the back of the room, keeping my head down and my mouth shut. I played the part of the loyal, dedicated enforcer while my stomach did backfl
