Chapter Sixty-Eight
Blade’s pov
The mission went off without a hitch. It was too easy, honestly. I found the truck on the narrow, winding back road just after midnight. I didn't want any unnecessary blood on my hands that night, so I forced the drivers out at gunpoint, knocked them unconscious, and left the scene looking like a textbook ambush by the Black Vultures. By the time I rolled back into the compound at dawn, the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. I had the stolen crates tied down to my bike, and I looked like a hero.
Stone was waiting for me near the garage, his arms crossed over his massive chest. He walked over, inspected the crates, and looked at me with a rare, approving nod. It was the look a master gives a dog that finally learned a new trick.
“You keep pro
