DRAVEN
There were nights when I could sleep through a thunderstorm.
This wasn't one of them.
The smell of smoke still clung to the walls of Iron Hollow despite the cleanup. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the garage collapsing beneath the flames, heard the explosion that had ripped through years of hard work, and watched brothers I'd known most of my life drag one another out of burning buildings.
Whoever had orchestrated the attack hadn't come for our property. They'd come for our confidence. And they'd succeeded.
I stood on the second-floor balcony overlooking the compound while the first rays of sunlight spilled across the yard. Below me, the brothers were already rebuilding.
Prospects hauled lumber from one side of the lot to the other while Boone argued with two mechanics ove
