The explosion wasn’t the worst part. The screaming was.
By the time Knox and I reached the parking lot flames were already pouring through the shattered windows of Devil’s Hollow bar and terrified people were stumbling through smoke while alarms echoed across the property.
The place had been packed and that was what made it worse. Cars filled the lot and motorcycles lined the curb.
And now half the building looked like it belonged in a war zone.
“Move.” Knox roared.
The entire club reacted instantly and Crow sprinted toward the entrance.
Roman started dragging civilians away from falling glass and Bones began organized people before emergency services even arrived.
Everything became motion and chaos.
I followed Knox toward the front doors until heat slammed into us like a w
