LOGINGhost’s POVThe first light of morning had barely reached the compound when I finally moved away from the garage door.I had spent most of the night standing there, staring at the road while the events of the previous day replayed in my head. The ambush. The brothers we had lost. Luca beside me, covered in blood and exhaustion but still thinking clearly enough to see what I had refused to see for too long.Viper was behind this.I had known it before, somewhere beneath the loyalty and the memories and every excuse I had made for the man I once called my brother. The difference now was that I could no longer pretend I hadn't seen the cracks.Luca was sitting at the table inside the garage, studying the notes we had collected the previous day. He looked tired. The bruises along his jaw had darkened overnight, and there was a faint stiffness in the way he moved whenever he shifted in his chair.Yet he was still working, so I walked toward him and placed a cup of coffee on the table.“You
Dawn broke over the club like an unwelcome warning. Pale light slipped through the cracked windows of the garage, illuminating the dust motes that danced lazily above the blood-stained concrete. Ghost stood by the entrance, arms crossed, watching the empty streets. The city outside seemed indifferent, unaware of the chaos inside the Serpents’ walls. But inside, the air was heavy with suspicion, fear, and anger. Luca moved silently beside him, his expression unreadable. Every line of his body spoke caution, every glance betrayed calculation. He was wounded, bruised, and exhausted, but he carried himself like a predator stalking prey. Ghost could see it in him, the same relentless drive that had kept him alive all these years.“We can’t wait,” Luca said, voice low, almost a whisper, yet cutting through the quiet like a blade. “Viper’s already moving. Every minute we delay, more brothers die, and the club fractures further. He’s already got them questioning loyalty, pitting one brot
The club smelled of smoke, oil, and blood. Not literal blood this time but the weight of it pressed down on everyone, thick as the tension that rippled through the room. Ghost leaned against the bar, gripping a half-empty bottle, his eyes scanning the brothers with a precision that felt sharper than any blade. He noticed how they shifted under Viper’s gaze, how their laughter faltered mid-word, how even the youngest patches of Serpent tattoos seemed to curl tighter against their skin. The club wasn’t just uneasy, it was scared. And it was scared because Viper wanted it that way.Ghost’s hand tightened around the bottle, knuckles white. He could see the change in himself the anger, the impatience, the gnawing uncertainty gnawing at his gut. Luca had returned, alive against all odds, but now he was the mark, the scapegoat. And somehow, Viper had spun it so convincingly that even the brothers who’d once called Luca family were questioning him.Troy cleared his throat beside Ghost, he
The night was colder than usual. Fog rolled over the highway like a living thing, curling around the abandoned docks where the Serpents were preparing for the next strike. Ghost adjusted his gloves, checking weapons, scanning shadows for any hint of danger.Luca was beside him, silent, focused, but Ghost noticed the tension in his jaw, the slight narrowing of his eyes. He didn’t ask; he didn’t need to. They both knew instinct better than words.The initial approach went according to plan. Rhino and Switch took vantage points along the containers, while Ghost and Luca slipped into the shadows to intercept the convoy. But as they rounded the first corner, Ghost froze.The crates, they were empty. “Something’s wrong,” Ghost muttered, motioning for Luca to halt.Before Luca could respond, headlights pierced the fog, and the roar of engines echoed. Men in black tactical gear poured out from the mist, surrounding the Serpents’ position. It wasn’t the cartel, they were too organized, too s
The clubhouse felt heavier than usual. Dust hung in the air, mingling with the faint smell of gunpowder, sweat, and metal from the bikes parked in the garage. Ghost leaned against the edge of a workbench, sleeves rolled up, rubbing at a fresh graze along his forearm. Pain radiated in pulses, but it was manageable. Survival had taught him to endure worse.Luca was nearby, methodical as ever, cleaning his rifle and attending to minor scrapes along his ribs. Even exhausted, he moved with precision, and Ghost couldn’t stop watching him, the faint curve of his jaw, the way his hands flexed as he worked. There was a rhythm to Luca that had nothing to do with combat, a rhythm Ghost was quietly drawn to.“You should rest,” Ghost muttered, voice low, not wanting to break the fragile quiet.Luca shook his head, eyes sharp. “Can’t. Cartel will regroup. We need a plan for the next move.”Ghost’s jaw tightened. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. Again.”“And you’re worrying too much,” Luca repl
The clubhouse felt heavier than usual. Dust hung in the air, mingling with the faint smell of gunpowder, sweat, and metal from the bikes parked in the garage. Ghost leaned against the edge of a workbench, sleeves rolled up, rubbing at a fresh graze along his forearm. Pain radiated in pulses, but it was manageable. Survival had taught him to endure worse.Luca was nearby, methodical as ever, cleaning his rifle and attending to minor scrapes along his ribs. Even exhausted, he moved with precision, and Ghost couldn’t stop watching him, the faint curve of his jaw, the way his hands flexed as he worked. There was a rhythm to Luca that had nothing to do with combat, a rhythm Ghost was quietly drawn to.“You should rest,” Ghost muttered, voice low, not wanting to break the fragile quiet.Luca shook his head, eyes sharp. “Can’t. Cartel will regroup. We need a plan for the next move.”Ghost’s jaw tightened. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. Again.”“And you’re worrying too much,” Luca repl
Ghost didn’t want to free him. Didn’t want to see the hope flicker in Luca’s eyes.Didn’t want to admit to himself that the world had tilted the moment he found Luca alive again.But dawn rose anyway, painting the desert behind the clubhouse in bruised shades of orange and blue. Ghost stood in the
The room felt smaller suddenly. The air heavier. He moved closer, his knee brushing mine. I could smell the faint trace of soap on his skin, the warmth radiating off him.“I missed this,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.“What?”“Talking to you. Being near you without you looking at me li
The clubhouse had finally gone quiet. The hum of engines faded into the distance, replaced by the faint crackle of a dying fire in the common room. Most of the brothers had passed out drunk or left to crash with their girls. Ghost stayed where he was in the hallway, leaning against the doorframe,
The moment I saw him crouched over Diesel’s body, something in me snapped. Luca with blood on his hands and a gun at his side, suitcase by his boots.For a split second, the world went quiet, it was just the wind cutting through the empty lot, the stench of gunpowder and the weight of betrayal sink







