I glanced in my mirror as we pulled away and caught a glimpse of the clubhouse shrinking behind us.
For a split second, I thought about Star.About how she’d looked up at me like she was trying to hold me in place with her eyes.
I shoved the thought down.
Not because it didn’t matter, but because it mattered too much.
When the Social Club came into view, we rolled into the lot, parked in a line one after another, and killed our engines.
Wrecker swung off his bike first.He didn’t look around like he was nervous.He looked around like he was taking inventory.
Dad and Pipe dismounted behind him.Pipe’s expression was unreadable, and Dad’s jaw was already set.
Arlo cracked his neck.Jude flexed his hands like he was warming up.Oliver adjusted his cut.Kingston scanned the lot like he expected someone to pop out from behind a bush.
Boink walked up behind us, hands in his pockets, grin still in place.
Wrecker’s gaze landed on him.“Don’t act so excited,” he grunted.
“It’s been years since we’ve done anything like this.Itisexciting.”Boink bounced on the balls of his feet.
Wrecker shook his head but didn’t disagree.
Sure, this was dangerous, and we didn’t know how it was going to go, but adrenaline pumped through all of us.
Wrecker nodded once, satisfied.
“Call Tig.Cut the power,” he said to Freak.“They should be here in five minutes.”
I felt my lips twitch.
Plan B.
This was it.
Mac refused to shut the cameras off, so we were going to physically shut them off.Not the cameras themselves.No messing with equipment, no obvious sabotage that would get questions asked.We weren’t idiots.
We were just… creative.
The Social Club had cameras Mac refused to turn off.
But cameras didn’t do much when they didn’t have power.
We had a friend who worked for the city who owed Wrecker more than a favor and less than his soul.A guy who could make a “scheduled power interruption” happen for a short window without anyone asking why.
Half an hour.
That was all we needed.
Freak ended the call and looked back at us.“Done,” he said simply.
And just like that, the plan settled into place like it had always belonged there.
I glanced toward the building, then toward the road again.
Five minutes.
Maybe less.
