Claimed by the Mafia Biker
The Hellborn Kings—our men—riding like death on wheels.
Rafe’s eyes went wide. “No…”
I raised my gun, my voice cutting like fire through the chaos. “Your move, Rafe.”
Engines roared like thunder, drowning out everything else. The clearing lit up with the harsh glare of headlights, shadows slicing across the dirt. Men scattered, some shouting, some raising rifles. The Hellborn Kings tore in, a storm of leather and steel, dust rising behind them like smoke from hell’s gates.
Blade’s grin widened. “Told you—wolves.”