The clubhouse never really went quiet anymore because someone was always talking, studying another file and trying to stay one step ahead of an enemy that somehow seemed to know our every move.
I hadn’t slept and judging by the faces around me neither had anyone else.
The rescued captives rested in secure rooms while Casey worked through transport records and Heath sorted financial documents and Blade quietly coordinated security with the California chapter.
Everyone kept moving because stopping meant thinking and thinking meant imagining where Talia was and that was dangerous. Especially for Brax.
I spotted him outside near the motorcycle workshop before sunrise.
He stood beside his bike without touching it and he stared across the empty yard like he couldn’t actually see anythi
