CHAPTER 35
Cain’s POV
I woke earlier than usual.
The celebration downstairs had stretched well into the night after we returned from Bishop’s warehouse, but years in the military had trained my body to survive on little sleep. No matter how late I went to bed, my eyes always opened with the sunrise.
After a quick shower, I pulled on a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans before stepping out of my room.
The hallway was unusually quiet.
Most of the club would still be asleep after the amount of alcohol they consumed last night. That was normal. Mornings at The Pit rarely came alive before ten whenever there had been a successful run the night before.
I had barely descended halfway down the staircase when something caught my attention.
Smoke.
I stopped.
It wasn’t the familiar smell o
