Thirty-Three

Kian

Ace and Blade were already riding out through the front gates. The thundering music of bike engines roared like tigers as they raced along the street. Our clubhouse was in the shittiest part of our neighborhood. All residents knew to run and hide as soon as they heard us coming.

A couple of prospects were standing guard over the entrance. They gave a curt nod toward me as I rode past, showing me that they recognized their superior. Just as well. I was only planning on dealing out one death sentence tonight, and that was Claw's.

We cruised down to the abandoned warehouse that Claw had supposedly claimed as his den. His ride wasn't anywhere to be seen, but there were telltale signs that folks had been there recently. Deep tire tracks scored through the dusty earth at the front of the building and deeper ones tore up the dirt track that weaved through the fields. No one came in that way unless they were smuggling something into the state. I had a bad feeling about this.

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