Tank POV
We headed to the industrial section of town. There are a few vacant warehouses we considered fixing up and renting out. One of our brothers was considering starting a business, and a warehouse would be a perfect place to start.
The rumble of our bikes always turns heads our way, and everyone in town knows we're on the move and in which direction we go. At least half the little town was family, in one way or another.
I saw the bikes parked in a row outside one of the warehouses, with no guards on the outside. We parked next door and walked to the warehouse. You would have thought someone would have come out to investigate; bikes are not exactly quiet.
A scream came from inside, a woman's scream, one I knew immediately. I had heard it only yesterday.
Pixie.
Stupid girl, she wa
