As we sped down the backstreets, we only encountered another vehicle, occasionally. Minutes later, as pulled up in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the headlights of Burdock's car cut through the darkness, revealing a handful of bikes already parked outside the building.
As we entered the building, I took in the expressions, seeing the anger on the faces of those in the room. My eyes fell on Rook. His eyes were bloodshot, and a bruise was already forming on his jaw.
"What's going on, Rook?" I asked, my voice echoing my anxiety.
"We've been set up again. Another big-wig is dead, and we didn't f*****g do it. But the cops are coming after us for it," he snarled.
My knuckles turned white, and I gripped the edge of the table, my entire body trembling as my breath st
