Claimed by the Mafia Biker
A Molotov arcs through the broken window, flames exploding across the far wall.
Nova screams, shielding Isla.
Blade curses, yanking off his jacket to smother the fire, but more glass crashes—another Molotov, then another. Flames spread fast, licking up the wood and steel.
Rafe’s voice echoes through the chaos. “Burn, brother. Burn like everything you touch.”
I grab Nova’s arm, dragging her toward the back exit. “Move!”
Blade fights the fire for a second longer, then bolts after us. “He’s herding us!”