We burst out of the clubhouse just as Titan brings his bike to a stop near the small barn behind the main building. Brothers are already gathering, forming a loose circle around him.
Titan swings off his bike and grabs the man by the chains, hauling him to his feet. The man’s face is a mess—broken nose, split lip, one eye swollen shut.
“What the fuck, Titan?” Ash demands, striding toward them. “Where did you find him?”
“East side. He was watching Rodriguez’s garage.” Titan shakes the man hard enough to rattle his teeth. “Weren’t you, asshole?”
The man doesn’t answer. Just whimpers.
“He Savage Legion?” Ghost appears beside me, having followed us out.
Titan pulls up the man’s sleeve, revealing a patch sewn into his skin. The Savage Legion’s emblem—a skull with a crown.
“Fresh meat,” Titan says. “Prospect. Figured he might know something useful before I put him down.”
Ash looks at the barn. Then at me. “Bonnie, go back inside.”
“No.”
“Bonnie—”
“I want to hear what he has to say.”
Ash’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t argue. He nods once and gestures for Titan to move.
Titan drags the man toward the barn. The doors are old, warped wood that screams when Titan pulls them open. Inside is dark, dusty, smelling of oil and rust.
I’ve never been in here before. Never had a reason to. But I know what it’s used for.
Interrogations.
Titan chains the man to a support beam in the center of the barn, metal links rattling as he secures them. The man sags against his restraints, barely conscious.
Brothers file in behind us. Miller. Barnes. Rodriguez. Pedro. Danny. Others whose names I don’t know. They form a loose circle, arms crossed, waiting.
“Last chance,” Titan says to the man. “Tell us what you know, and maybe you walk out of here.”
The man lifts his head. Spits blood at Titan’s feet. “Fuck you.”
Titan hits him right in the ribs. The man doubles over, gasping.
I flinch. Ghost’s hand finds my elbow, steadying me.
“Wrong answer,” Titan says. He cracks his knuckles. “Let’s try again. Why were you watching Rodriguez’s garage?”
The man doesn’t respond.
Titan hits him again. Then again. Each impact sounds like a hammer on meat.
“Stop,” Ash says.
Titan pauses, fist raised. “He’s not talking.”
“Give him a second.” Ash moves closer to the man. “You’re a prospect. New blood. Which means you’re expendable. Your club doesn’t care if you live or die. But we do. So talk, and you might see tomorrow.”
The man shakes his head. Blood drips from his mouth onto the dirt floor.
“Suit yourself.” Ash steps back and nods at Titan.
