Lahat ng Kabanata ng Steel and Sin: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The storm hadn’t stopped since nightfall.Rain slammed the roof of the safehouse, drowning out most of the noise inside.Cole moved through the halls with a flashlight and a knife on his thigh, every sense on edge. He’d already torn apart half the compound, but his gut told him they were missing something. Every time he thought about those transmitters blinking red from the walls, he felt sick. It wasn’t just betrayal—it was invasion. Someone had been listening while they slept, while they fought, while they bled.He walked deeper into the halls, the floor creaking under his boots. The farther he went, the more it felt like every betrayal was still haunting these halls. Torque. Barker. All of them. He wasn’t sure how many more cracks the club could take before the foundation finally gave out.He entered the back hallway, the one leading to the storage basement. The place smelled of oil and damp wood. He crouched beside a stack of boxes, and ran the flashlight along the seams. A faint

Detective Ramirez hadn’t slept in thirty hours.Rain fell heavily on the roof of the federal field office, lightning flashing every few minutes. Inside, agents rushed around with ringing phones, buzzing phones, and glowing screens full of maps and intercepted calls.Ramirez ignored all of it.He stared at the flash drive Ace had given him—the one that blew open his whole investigation. Delgado’s accounts. Fake aid shipments. Dirty officials. And the audio clip that wouldn’t leave his head.“You think I burn one block and stop?”Ramirez rubbed his face. “Where is the ATF guy?”Right then, Agent Price walked in. Tall, neat, stiff. “Detective. We looked over your evidence. It is… enough to take interest.”Ramirez scoffed. “That means you don’t believe me.”“No,” Price said. “It means we will move… if you can prove the intel is current.”Ramirez slid a folder across the table. “Coordinates hit forty minutes ago. Delgado’s men moved product through the storm. Exactly where the Vipers told

The fight was over only because Delgado’s men had pulled back—not because the Vipers had won.Inside the safehouse, everyone moved like they were half-awake and half-ready for round two.Ashley wiped dirt and blood from her arms as she stepped into the main room. Ace was trying to restart the broken cameras. Jax wrapped a bandage around his arm. Cole paced in tight circles. Nolan stood at the window, staring into the trees like he was waiting for them to move.Ace glanced at Ashley. “Cameras are still down. I need an hour.”“We don’t have an hour,” Nolan said quietly, still staring outside.Ashley frowned. “Why?”Before he could answer, Jax’s phone buzzed.He checked the screen… and went completely still.“Prez,” Jax said. “Look at this.”Nolan took the phone. Read the message. His whole body tightened.Cole stepped forward. “Boss?”Nolan’s voice came out rough. “It is Marco Delgado.”Ashley felt her stomach twist. “What does he want?”Nolan held up the phone so they all could read th

The night air bit at Ashley’s cheeks as she rode. The road stretched ahead, dark and empty, with only the faint glow of old warehouses in the distance. She gripped the handlebars tight, trying to keep her hands steady even though she was filled with fear.She was bait.She had agreed to be bait.And every mile closer felt like a countdown.Ace’s voice crackled in her earpiece.“Eyes on you, Ash. Stick to the line Nolan marked, and slow it down.”“I know,” she murmured, keeping her speed controlled. Calm… but visible. She wanted Delgado’s men to see her.Somewhere behind her, Jax and Cole moved on foot along the perimeter. Nolan was already underground, moving through the old service tunnel toward Hammer.Ashley couldn’t see any of them… but she felt them. Like shadows pressed into her spine.The warehouse complex loomed ahead, a maze of rusted metal, stacked cargo boxes, and half-dead lights. A perfect place for a trap. Delgado loved drama.Ashley pulled closer to the side road, makin

  Smoke rolled across the yard like it had a life of its own. Gunfire had slowed to scattered pops. Men shouted orders. Ashley could hear nothing but her own heart. Delgado still had Hammer pinned on his knees. Cole was bleeding beside a box. Ace was barely standing. Jax was caught between protecting Ashley and fighting every man in sight. And Nolan… Nolan was still underground. Jax gripped Ashley’s wrist hard. “We move on my count—three—” Before he reached “one,” the ground shook violently. Dust fell from the roof. Ace’s head snapped up. “What the hell—” A metal panel behind the warehouse exploded outward. Nolan surged through, dragging Hammer free from Delgado’s grasp before the man could react. Blood streaked No