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My next stop is the garage where I keep my bike. Dirk is a courier for the Block, always on the road. He’s been out of town, lately, visiting relatives.
The ride in the cold night air clears my head, helps me shake the exhaustion tearing at the back of my eyes. Staying up all night is wearing me thin.
Changing faces helps. Dirk rides all night. He’s used to it.
Just like Jack doesn’t sleep much, ever. Paranoia. Drugs.
But pretending only masks my body’s limits. Eventually, I have to stop and sleep. Not tonight. Devonde and my father are both amassing forces, plans to expand. To offset the balance of power.
We need to know if the Block is doing the same.
If war is imminent in Sanctum, my boss needs to know every detail and have every bit of leverage to avoid it.
I’ve got my own incentive, someone I need to keep safe. Hellena.
It used to be enough to do my job, the thrill and the danger of going undercover. Dancing between roles, infiltrating anywhere and everywhere used to be enough to keep my tics at bay.
Now, it’s all about her. She is my reason to live, my reason to fight. Even if she is a bit of a distraction when all I can think about are her lips, her smooth skin, her thighs…
The sun's peeking over the horizon when I pull into the compound.
Ol’ Boris lets me in at the gate, giving me a nod when I toss up the hand signal. Things are quiet, but I can tell they had a party last night. Broken bottles, passed out bikers here and there. A couple of guys are still up, hammered and leaning against the garage, looking worried.
There's a dark van parked out front.
Something strikes me as odd about it. Out of place. And just like that, I'm on edge.
A few more of the crew I spot are nervous. Scared.
The second I step into the clubhouse, I know why. Lying flat on the table right in the middle of the barn, the main gathering room for parties, is Gavin Fucking Rorshak. The Eraser.
The enormous bear of a man is unconscious.
And he’s bleeding out all over the place.
Which would be enough to throw me off all on its own. I almost choke, blowing my cover completely as I look up, recognizing the blood-covered woman next to him.
Hellena.
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HELLENA
I’ve got the full on shakes, and not just because of the gun in my face.
Too much stress. Too much adrenaline.
Shock has set in, dulling my wits.
None of it matters as I try to whisper back to Gavin, hoping he’s lucid enough to get us through. No such luck.
The tank with the shaved head clears his throat, waving the barrel six inches from my head. “I said TURN AROUND AND LEAVE.”
After a deep breath, I can finally move my head enough to look at him. It sets off a wild sort of anger inside me, that this guy is holding me up when a man I care about is dying. Something inside me snaps.
“I need to get in. Now. Eraser’s orders.”
The guy flinches visibly. “Who the fuck are you?”
