KAT:
The rumble of motorcycles echoed through the streets as me, Blaze, Saint, and the rest of the Savage Saviors peeled away from The Serpent’s Den. The air was thick with adrenaline, the scent of blood and sweat still lingering in my nose. My pulse thrummed, my grip tight on the back of Blaze’s leather cut as we rode through the city’s underbelly.
We'd sent a message loud and clear—now, we had to brace for the response.
Blaze took a sharp turn, leading us back across the bridge toward the clubhouse. The ride was quieter than usual, but it wasn’t peace—it was the silence before the next explosion.
I exhaled, resting my chin on Blaze’s shoulder, the warmth of his body grounding me. I wasn’t scared. I was ready.
We finally made it back to the Clubhouse.
The moment we stepped insi
