The attack on the clubhouse had been bad. The attacks afterward were worse. Because this time Raze and the Kings of Ruin stopped aiming at people and started aiming at livelihoods.
The first call came just after sunrise and one of the clubs affiliated garages on the edge of town was burning.
By the time we arrived, firefighters were already there and thick black smoke poured into the sky while melting metal and twisted beams littered the property.
Casey stood beside me staring at the wreckage.
“This place survived three hurricanes and two owners.” Casey said.
“Apparently it couldn’t survive the Kings of Ruin.” I said.
Nobody laughed because everyone knew this wasn’t random. The fire had been deliberate. A message. Another message.
Blade arrived a few minutes later and his exp
