Chapter Thirty-Nine
Blade’s POV
The blue light of the cheap burner phone flickered out, leaving my small room in total darkness once again. My thumb hovered over the plastic keypad. The message from the Viper fallback line was clear—they were locked, loaded, and waiting for me to drop the coordinates for Stone's execution.
I looked at my split knuckles, then glanced at the desk where my father’s faded face stared up from the old newspaper clipping.
“Stand by,” I had told them. But everything inside me was screaming at me to pull the emergency brake.
The ambush on the highway had changed the physics of this entire war. Stone wasn’t an i***t; he was already tightening the borders, calling in full-patched riders from neighboring chapters to lock down the perimeter. If the Vipers hit us r
