FAZER LOGINMarcusBy midnight, Nixx’s board was color-coded by club, with Serrano sites marked black because nobody needed help remembering who we were hunting.Jarek stood at the head of the war-room table while the last location came up on the screen. He had spent the afternoon making everybody agree on one rule before a single bike moved.We were not taking territory.We were not starting five separate wars.We were cutting Mateo’s ability to feed the one he had already started.Weapons. Cash. Vehicles. Fuel. Communications. Anything Serrano needed to keep crews moving across New Mexico disappeared tonight.Nixx enlarged the first target. “Old agricultural supply warehouse south of Los Lunas. Shell company bought it eighteen months ago. Power draw jumped three days ago. Two trucks in yesterday, one out this morning.”Brian tapped the route with one finger. “That corridor connects to one of Luke’s old lanes.”Which was why the Daggers and Vipers were taking it together.The second target belon
JarekBy sunrise, the war-room board looked like somebody had thrown a fistful of knives at New Mexico and left them where they landed.Motor Works.The Vipers route south of Belen.The Iron Saints fuel stop.Three confirmed Jackal movements.The SUV that had tested our front gate and fired through the clubhouse window.Serrano properties waking up in pieces.A month earlier, I would have started assigning Dagger bikes to every problem until there were none left at the compound.That was panic wearing a President patch.I picked up my phone.Marcus watched me from the other side of the table. “Who first?”“Everybody.”His mouth shifted slightly.Sable understood before he did. “The table.”I nodded.Not church.Bigger.Before the first invitation went out, we killed every piece of security Mack had touched. Nixx rebuilt the gate rotation, Bryce shifted exterior posts, and Benny staggered arrivals. Nobody outside the war room got a full guest list.Mateo had already tested the clubhous
SableThe first call came before we finished with Mack.Brian.Marcus answered on speaker while the Vipers president talked over engines and somebody shouting in the background.“One of my runs got hit.”Jarek was already moving toward the door. “Where?”“South of Belen. Two bikes boxed in the lead truck, pickup came in behind. They knew the route.”Mack went pale in the chair.Brian kept talking. Nobody was dead, but one Viper had taken a round through the shoulder and another bike had gone down hard enough to send its rider into the ditch. The attackers had not tried to steal the cargo. They fired, forced the convoy apart, then disappeared west.“They wanted us stopped,” Brian said. “Not robbed.”I looked at Mack.His eyes dropped.Whatever order launched this had gone out before Stone and Bryce ever pulled him out of the garage. Mateo had not started shooting because we caught his source.The shooting had already been scheduled.The second call arrived before Brian finished.Motor
MarcusNixx had the handoff from three angles.The traffic camera gave us the meeting. A private security camera across from the tire shop gave us the exchange. Another camera farther west gave us the sedan leaving afterward, and that mattered almost as much as what happened beside it.Mack stood next to the driver’s door with his back half turned toward the road. The other man stepped out, said something we could not hear, and held out his hand. Mack passed him a folded envelope first, then something smaller that looked like a flash drive. The man gave Mack another envelope in return.Cash.Nixx froze the image at the exact second both men had something in their hands.Nobody in the war room spoke.We had spent days building traps because suspicion was not enough. Two false packets had leaked. The new gate rotation had reached Serrano. Mack had repeatedly stopped at the same gas station after receiving information. Now we had him physically handing material to somebody outside the cl
JarekBy the following night, I was tired of everybody watching me like they expected sleep to turn into a fistfight.Marcus still had a fading mark on his forearm from the night before, and both of them had spent the day pretending they were not watching whenever I got quiet. Nixx had spent those same hours chasing footage around the tire shop. The traffic camera proved Mack met somebody, but not what happened at the car. Until Nixx found another angle, all we could do was wait.I hated both.So when the bedroom door closed and Sable started gathering clothes for the shower, I said t
JarekThe first thing I knew was that my wrists would not move.The second was the smell.Bleach. Sweat. Concrete. Something medicinal caught at the back of my throat while darkness pressed close around me. I pulled once, hard, and resistance answered immediately.No.Not again.I twisted, searching for leverage that was not there. My shoulder lit up. Something touched my chest, and every part of me reacted before I knew what the fuck I







