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This isn’t just any other run for the club—this is personal.
The city lights blur past as we drive, the hum of the engine a low growl beneath our conversations.
We don’t talk much—don’t need to.
The plan’s simple—wait for Blake and make him pay.
“Remember, he works late,” Dracus says, eyes locked on the road ahead. “He’ll be alone and that’s when we’ll strike.”
“Good,” I mutter, more to myself than anyone else.
My knuckles are white, gripping the seat in front of me.
Every bump in the road feels like a jolt of adrenaline straight to my veins. I'm ready.
We pull up to the industrial park and kill the headlights. The building’s new, shiny even, but tonight it looks cold, lifeless—a perfect stage for what’s about to go down.
We park the van in the shadows, hidden from any stray eyes that might wander this way.
“All right, masks on,” Dracus commands, pulling his over his face.
I do the same, the fabric tight against my skin. It’s suffocating, but necessary.
“Tex, you got eyes on the lobby?” Bolt asks, already scanning the area through binoculars.
“Yeah,” Tex replies. “He’s still in there, working late like clockwork.”
“Perfect,” Dracus grins, his voice a dark promise. “Bama, you ready?”
“More than ever,” I say, and I mean it. Every second we wait feels like a lifetime.
My fists ache for the release they’ll get when I finally lay them into Blake.
Time crawls by, each tick of the clock louder than the last.
We’re coiled springs, ready to snap.
The parking lot is empty, silent except for the distant hum of machinery from the nearby warehouses.
“I see movement,” Tex whispers, nodding toward the building. “That’s him.”
I see Blake through the glass doors, moving like he’s got all the time in the world. Arrogance. Ignorance.
He has no idea what's waiting for him just outside those doors.
“Showtime,” Dracus growls, and we move as one, silent and deadly.
The anticipation is a tangible thing, wrapping around us like a shroud.
Blake steps out, oblivious.
His fate sealed the moment he laid a finger on Jordyn.
The rage inside me is volcanic, ready to erupt.
Tonight, we reclaim what’s ours.
Tonight, Blake Ojai learns the cost of crossing us, and for hurting someone we care about.
