Chapter Thirty-Eight
The brutal, highly anticipated midnight raid against our rivals happened that exact same dark night.
I stood completely still on the weathered wooden porch of the main clubhouse building, my small arms wrapped incredibly tightly around my own ribs as if I could physically hold my shaking body together. My wide, terrified eyes watched the dozens of patched Iron Reapers brothers prepare to ride out into the dangerous darkness. The gravel yard below was completely filled with the deep, deafening, and constant low rumble of heavy motorcycle engines idling in the dark. Underneath that loud machinery sound, I could clearly hear the terrifying, sharp metallic clicks of powerful guns being checked, loaded, and stuffed into leather waistbands.
Stone stood right in the very c
