The property never fully relaxed after the warehouse and nobody pretended otherwise anymore. Every day turned into another round of rebuilding walls, checking weapons and preparing for the next move Raze might make.
The chaos changed shape and became quieter and smarter and meaner.
Men worked across the yard from sunrise until late into the night while steel grates were reinforced and camera’s were installed around the treeline. The constant sound of drills and engines replied the music and parties that used to shake the property every weekend.
Half the girls who normally hung around the clubhouse disappeared after the shooting and the ones who stayed stopped acting like the club was some exciting game.
Now everybody understood this was war.
I walked into the garage carrying a st
