Guarded by the outlaw
After what felt like hours but was only minutes, the attackers were down, retreating into the night.
The garage was quiet now, eerily quiet, except for the labored breathing of Ghost, Luca, and the surviving brothers.
Blood, sweat, and oil coated everything. Ghost dropped to his knees beside one of the fallen, shaking his head. Another brother gone. Too many, too fast.
Luca crouched beside him, hand on his shoulder. “You can’t fix this by yourself,” he said softly. “We need a plan. And you need to trust me.”
Ghost lifted his gaze, eyes blazing. “I trust you. But I don’t trust him.” He nodded toward the shadows, toward the empty spaces where Viper had been, where he had orchestrated death and
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