REAPER
Bishop's convoy had barely disappeared before I wanted to punch something expensive, preferably his face.
I stood beside my motorcycle, watching the dust settle while Griffin spoke with Diesel. Iron Crown had arrived with enough riders to start a war, claimed our corridor, and threatened Widow's home.
Someone had been watching us for weeks, and both Raven's Blood and the Blackwidows were being pushed aside. I hated coincidences, especially ones arriving with fifteen motorcycles and three trucks.
“You're thinking too loudly.” Griffin said.
“Then stop listening.” I said.
“Hard to, when you're glaring at the road like you want to murder it.” He said.
“I'm considering options.” I said.
He glanced toward the bend where Widow had disappeared.
“You noticed Bishop watching her?” H
