The garage exploded into chaos the second flames swallowed the bikes inside and every Devil’s Hollow member moved like someone had kicked a hornet’s nest directly into hell.
Motorcycles burned bright orange beneath collapsing steel beams while smoke rolled across the property thick enough to choke on and the sound of ammo cooking off inside the garage cracked through the night like fireworks from a psychotic carnival.
“Move the f*****g crates.” Roman roared.
Everyone scattered instantly and Torch sprinted toward the garage first while Crow and Bones dragged hoses across the gravel and honestly the amount of emotional devastation happening over motorcycles felt almost impressive.
Then again those bikes meant everything to these men. Family, freedom and identity.
I followed Bones t
