The gunshots ripped through the darkness before my brain fully woke up and by the time I stumbled out of bed Drake was already pulling on boots and reaching for his weapon.
“What the hell is happening?” I asked.
“Attack.” He said.
That single word hit like ice water. More shots cracked outside while alarms barely across the property and the entire clubhouse seemed to explode into motion at once.
I grabbed my own weapon and followed Drake up the stairs two at a time. The second we burst outside chaos greeted us.
Muzzle flashes lit up the darkness near the outer fence line while engines roared somewhere beyond the trees and people shouted across the property while taking positions behind vehicles and construction equipment.
The Kings of ruin were behind this. There was no questio
