Asher's POV
Midnight.
The city slept.
I didn't.
The black SUV rolled to a quiet halt outside an abandoned steel factory on the dark edges of the docks. Rusting corrugated metal towered against the low-hanging clouds, its broken glass windows staring down like hollow eyes.
Within seconds...
The silence was shattered. More than fifty motorcycles surged into the empty yard, their headlights cutting bright, twin beams through the fog. Engines roared, vibrating the asphalt beneath the tires, the sharp scent of gasoline, burnt rubber, and hot chrome filling the damp night air.
They cut their ignitions. The deafening roar gave way to a heavy, waiting silence.
The men dismounted and stood in two straight, disciplined lines, forming an alley that led directly toward the massive sliding door
