The entire ride back to the property felt wrong because every bike around us pushed harder through the streets while panic crawled under my skin faster with every passed second.
Drake kept one hand tight against my leg while his bike tore down the highway and the second smoke appeared above the treeline ahead of us my stomach dropped hard enough to make me feel sick.
“Shit.” Casey’s voice crackled through the radios.
The closer we got the worse it looked because thick black smoke rolled across the night sky while orange flames flickered through the unfinished frame of the clubhouse.
The second Drake stopped the bike I jumped off before it fully steadied and started running toward the fire.
“Storm.” Drake shouted behind me.
I ignored him while heat slammed into my face almost imm
