Chapter Thirty-Two
Blade’s POV
The mandatory club meeting in the main hall was short and tense. Stone laid out the new plan: we were going to move fast and seize the Vultures’ most profitable weapon route before they could recover from their VP's death. Because I had brought in the laptop with the logistics, Stone put me right at the front of the heavy column.
But Grip had cornered Stone right after the brief, loudly demanding a spot in my small crew. He claimed he wanted to "ensure the prospect didn't lose his footing." Stone, loving the competitive fire between his men, laughed and granted it.
Now, ten of our heavy cruisers roared down the open desert highway, the morning sun baking the asphalt. I led the pack, the wind tearing at my leather cut. In my rearview mirror, Grip’s bike wa
