DAMON
My men stood around the Silver Rogue Pack territory in a loose circle, Every building cleared. Every corner swept. Nobody left. I stood with my hands in the pockets of my dark jeans, leather jacket zipped to the chest, and looked around at what could have been a very satisfying pile of ash and thought about it properly for the first time.
What exactly did I gain from burning it? I ran through the numbers in my head, the square footage, the positioning, the access roads, and then I thought about the bikers I was bringing in and the branch I needed for the expansion and the answer landed before I had even finished the thought.
"Don't burn it," I said, and my men turned to look at me. I sighed and ruffled my hand through my hair. Rika's voice was still somewhere in the back of my he
