LOGINGhost’s POVThe first thing I learned that morning was that suspicion could be more dangerous than certainty. Once you knew someone had betrayed you, at least you knew where to direct your anger. When you only knew that a traitor existed somewhere inside your walls, every familiar face became a question, and every ordinary movement could hide something you had failed to notice.Luca understood that better than anyone.We left the evidence exactly where it was and behaved as though we had discovered nothing. There was no reason to let Viper know that we had found the record access, and there was even less reason to give whoever was helping him an opportunity to disappear. If the person inside the club believed everything was still going according to plan, they would eventually make another move.That was what we needed.Another move.The clubhouse slowly came alive as the morning progressed. Brothers came in from the yard, conversations started around the tables, and the usual noise
Ghost’s POVI did not sleep that night.There was too much moving through my head, too many pieces that had refused to fit together until now. For years, I had carried the weight of Luca’s supposed betrayal because I had believed the evidence placed in front of me. I had believed the men who told me he had sold us out, and I had allowed my anger to become stronger than every memory I had of the man before me.Now I was beginning to understand how carefully that anger had been cultivated.Luca was still in the garage when I returned before dawn. He was sitting at the workbench with several photographs spread across the surface, his attention fixed on the dates and times written on the back of them. The faint light from the garage windows fell across his face, making him look more tired than he had the previous evening.“You found something,” I said.“I found a question.”He did not look up immediately.I pulled out the chair beside him and sat down. “What question?”“Who had access to
Ghost’s POVI did not sleep that night.There was too much moving through my head, too many pieces that had refused to fit together until now. For years, I had carried the weight of Luca’s supposed betrayal because I had believed the evidence placed in front of me. I had believed the men who told me he had sold us out, and I had allowed my anger to become stronger than every memory I had of the man before me.Now I was beginning to understand how carefully that anger had been cultivated.Luca was still in the garage when I returned before dawn. He was sitting at the workbench with several photographs spread across the surface, his attention fixed on the dates and times written on the back of them. The faint light from the garage windows fell across his face, making him look more tired than he had the previous evening.“You found something,” I said.“I found a question.”He did not look up immediately.I pulled out the chair beside him and sat down. “What question?”“Who had access to
Luca’s POVBy afternoon, the clubhouse had settled into an uneasy kind of silence.It was not the peaceful silence that came after a long night or the comfortable quiet of brothers who had nothing left to say. This was different. Every conversation seemed to stop whenever someone unfamiliar walked into the room, and every glance lasted a little longer than it should have. The Serpents were watching one another now, measuring every movement and weighing every word because nobody knew where the next betrayal would come from.I had lived through that kind of fear before.Two years ago, I had watched a group of men who had once trusted one another turn into strangers because one person had given them a reason to doubt each other. I had learned then that betrayal did not begin with a gunshot. It began with a whisper, followed by another, until the truth became so buried beneath suspicion that nobody knew what to believe anymore.Viper understood that better than anyone, that was what mad
Ghost’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 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
Luca's POV Three hours had passed since Ghost called me to ask about the funds. The brothers had gotten back to their work, Viper silently observing them while I observed him. Does he really know nothing about this like Ghost had believed? As much as I think about everything about Viper, I coul







