Chapter 18: The Iron Terms
Dean’s POV
The front gates were already splinters, but we tore through the wreckage anyway, the screaming roar of our three engines tearing the desert night to shreds. I slammed my boot onto the brake, sending my chopper into a hard, sliding fish-tail that kicked up a blinding screen of dust right in the center of the compound yard. Collin and Jeremy flanked me, their tires screeching to a halt, the hot metal of our bikes ticking like time bombs in the sudden silence.
We didn’t shut off the engines. The thunderous idle vibrated right through the soles of my boots and up into my chest, a brutal rhythm matching the fury pumping through my veins.
The yard was a wall of leather and steel. At least twenty patch-holders from the Iron Reapers stood in a semi-circle,
