Lahat ng Kabanata ng Saint by Day,Sinner by Night: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Serena’s POVI pressed my fingers tighter around the nail and pulled again, gritting my teeth. It didn’t move… not even a little.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. My palms were slick with sweat, with my arms ached, but I didn’t stop.Every time I thought the nail was about to budge, it didn’t. It was buried deeper into the woods than I’d first thought. My nails scraped against the frame with my knuckles burning as I tugged. I tried twisting it, wiggling it, even biting my lip so hard it nearly bled just to keep from making too much noise.Footsteps passed by the door, and I froze instantly, pressing my back to the wall and holding my breath, and my heart pounded so loud I thought they might hear it.The steps faded away slowly.I let out a slow sigh of relief and went back to work, yanking and twisting the nail like my life depended on it, because it did.Minutes passed… or maybe hours. I couldn’t tell anymore. My arms shook with the effort, with sweat rolling down my face, and

Myles’s POV“So what’s the plan now, boss?” Ajax’s voice broke the silence inside the hideout.I just stood there, leaning against my bike, staring at the oil-stained floor. His question hit me like a punch. Truth was, I didn’t have a plan. Not a real one. Not the kind that could save Serena and keep my brothers alive.I stayed quiet for a while. The men shifted, their boots scraping the concrete. They were waiting for me to speak, but my mind was running in circles.Finally, I exhaled. “The truth is… we don’t have a solid plan. Not yet.”Ajax frowned. “What do you mean?”I looked around at all of them. “I appreciate every single one of you for riding with me, even when my own crew turned against me. You’re here when Knox, Dean, Bruno, and Kennedy spat on everything we built. But listen… there’s only about a dozen of us. We’re outnumbered. We’re outgunned. And don’t forget… cops and feds are all over the streets looking for us. I’ve got a shoot-on-sight order on my head. That’s the

Murphy’s POVTMyles fucking Voss was alive, calm and confident like he hadn’t been chewed up and spat out by the same streets I owned. My men stared at me, waiting, and Kane leaned forward, eyes sharp. “Who’s that, boss?”I didn’t answer. Just held the phone to my ear, silently. Myles didn’t speak either. It was two predators circling, both waiting for the other to blink first and finally I chuckled low and coldly. “You've got a real death wish, calling me. Wanting to see me face-to-face? You must be dumber than you look.”On the other end, his voice came steady. “You’re fucked too, Murphy. Don’t act like you don’t know it. The feds are on your ass. I’m the only one who can help you right now.”I sneered. “The only thing you can help me with is target practice.”“Listen to me,” he snapped. “The best thing you can do is meet me and hear me out. Otherwise, you’ll be in cuffs before sunrise. You think the feds don’t already know every stash house you've got? They burned you, Murphy.

Serena's POVI just stared with my mind racing. The last I’d heard, his house was blown to hell, and he was public enemy number one for trying to double-cross his boss, The Ghost.“I’m still on the run,” he whispered with his voice tight with fear and urgency. “I’m looking for Naomi. Murphy… The Ghost… he took her, and he’s holding her hostage. I heard they brought you to his main place first. I had to know… is she alive? Did you see her?”I couldn’t help it. A choked, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips. “What the fuck, Damian? You haven’t heard, have you?”He looked confused. “Heard what?”“Naomi,” I said with my voice low and harsh. “She’s not who you think she is. She played you.”“What are you talking about?” he hissed with his face hardening. “She’s in danger because of me!”“Open your eyes!” I whispered back fiercely. “She’s probably working with Murphy! Murphy himself told me he used her. He said she was the one who put all those stupid, noble ideas in your head. Pushing you

Myles’s POV“Are you sure this is the place?” Murphy asked with his voice rough with doubt. He stood beside me with smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. His eyes narrowed at the half-finished story building in front of us. Concrete walls stood bare, scaffolding still clinging to the sides, windows uncut and black like empty eye sockets.“Yeah,” I said. “This is it. Hellfangs’ headquarters. They were fixing it up before everything went to shit. Before I left.”Murphy spat on the ground. “If this is some kind of setup, Voss, I’ll have your ass on my wall as a trophy.”I gave him a sharp grin. “You don’t have a wall big enough for me, Ghost.”His men chuckled low, but his glare never softened.Ajax shifted closer to me. “So what’s the plan, boss?” he asked. He was itching for it with eyes alive and knuckles tight around the grip of his rifle.I crouched low, pointing toward the building. “There are three things you need to know. One, the front entrance is a suicide.