Paige's POV
For the first time in weeks, the clubhouse felt like a place where people could breathe.
The Sunday barbecue had started before noon, and by the time I walked into the backyard, smoke was already rising from the grill while music played from the clubhouse speakers.
Children ran across the grass, adults stood around the tables with plates in their hands, and motorcycles were lined up along the edge of the property.
The Iron Vipers had every reason to celebrate.
The warehouse operation had been a success, even though Damien had escaped again, because we had destroyed one of Victor's largest supply centres and recovered enough evidence to hurt the Black Reapers badly.
Nobody believed the war was over. Nobody was pretending it was. But for one afternoon, we could celebrate wh
