Sin frowns slightly. “Need cash? Wheels? Backup?”
“No.”
Ghost’s voice cuts in, steady. “Location?”
“Silverbrook Valley,” I say, already moving. “New club. VIP.”
Tank rises with me out of instinct, but Havoc lifts a hand.
“Let him handle it,” Havoc says. Then, to me, quieter, “Call if it multiplies.”
I nod.
Viper squints at me. “Her? Since when are you hiding a her?”
“Since never,” I say.
That doesn’t stop them.
Tank steps aside. “Bring her back breathing. We want to meet her.”
Sin gives a short nod. “Text if it turns ugly.”
Viper whistles. “Look at that. Blade’s got secrets.”
“Shut up,” I tell him, already walking.
He grins. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t torch the place. It’s bad for our rep.”
I don’t answer.
I’m already out the doors.
Cold hits my face like a slap, and it helps. It sharpens. Clears everything but one thing.
Her.
I swing my leg over the bike. The engine comes alive under me, low and steady. The vibration climbs my spine like a warning.
The road out of Lovestone Ridge cuts through dark and trees, no streetlights, no mercy. Headlights don’t reach far enough out here. You ride by instinct or you don’t ride long.
My breath fogs inside the visor. The cold claws through my gloves.
I don’t feel it.
All I feel is the weight of a promise.
Derek made me swear.
He handed me the last thing he had left and expected me to bleed before I dropped it.
We served together. Same dirt. Same heat. Same nights where sleep got you killed.
He walked point like he was born for it. Checked every man twice. Never missed a detail.
Then he’d talk about her.
Twelve years younger.
