Chapter Thirty-Nine
The bright morning sun rose slowly over the high concrete walls of the compound the very next day after the brutal highway raid, but the entire motorcycle club property felt strangely, unnervingly quiet.
The usual loud, energetic atmosphere of the yard was completely missing. Most of the patched Iron Reapers brothers were currently hidden away in their private bunker rooms, deep in a heavy sleep as their bodies tried to fully process the massive wave of intense adrenaline, exhaustion, and physical injuries they had sustained out on the asphalt in the middle of the night. Downstairs in the main room of the clubhouse, a few remaining members who were far too wired to sleep were still quietly celebrating their massive victory over the Devils gang. The faint, muffled soun
