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
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