Grizz’s POV
The panic signal from Jax’s cut buzzed on the monitor like a trapped hornet. One long, three short. ‘In custody. Immediate threat. Stand by.’
The cops told us to leave them. So, we had to leave them when they were taking them to restrategize at the crib.
The clubhouse war room felt too small, the air thick with rage and bad ideas. The news had spread fast. The boss and his old lady were in county cuffs. The Reapers were headless.
Tyler was pacing like a caged animal, his face twisted. “This is bullshit! We grab our best shooters, we hit that county lock-up before sunrise. We blow the doors, take out every cop in our way, and we get them back!” He slammed a fist on the map table. “They can’t do this to us!”
It was the dumbest plan I’d ever heard, and it took everything I h
