Claimed by the Mafia Biker
Each heartbeat carried Nova and Isla’s faces in its echo.
“Left flank—falling!” Knox shouted, dragging one of the younger recruits behind a steel beam, blood streaking the boy’s sleeve.
Blade moved like death itself, eyes sharp, his knife never missing its mark. He slammed a body into the flames, the man’s screams short-lived. “Keep the circle tight!” Blade roared.
Cruz ducked low, slammed the butt of his gun into another man’s jaw, felt the crunch of bone, then shoved him into the spreading fire. “This isn’t your empire anymore,” he spat.