“She heard everything already,” I continue.“And she’ll hear what comes next.If that’s a problem, now’s the time to say it.”
Silence stretches.Finally, Crimson speaks.“If she’s in, then she’s in.No half measures.”
Good.“That’s how this works,” I say.
Fury cracks his neck.“What’s the play?”
I nod to Raven and she lifts her gaze calmly.“They hit sideways because they wanted deniability, hence the hired guns.They’ll expect you to go loud.Sweep warehouses and shake streets.”
“Which we won’t,” Saint says.
“No,” Raven agrees.“You let them think you’re regrouping.Then you cut supply without firing a shot.”
Steel leans forward.“You talking about logistics choke?”
“Yes,” she replies.“Fuel.Cash runners.Shell accounts.”
Havok’s fingers fly over the keyboard, pulling up information as quickly as Raven speaks.“That’s doable.”
I watch the room recalibrate.Not in surprise but in recognition.
“She’s right,” Saint says slowly.“If we hit the structure, the shooters will scramble.”
“And people who scramble get sloppy,” Fury adds.“Visible.”
I nod once.“That’s the direction.”
Crimson exhales.“This’ll take coordination.”
“And discipline,” I add.
All the eyes flick to Fury.He grins without humor.“I behave when it matters.”
“That’s today,” I reply.
Orders go out clean and no one questions Raven’s presence now.That’s the big shift.
After the meeting breaks, Saint lingers.“Are you sure about this?”he asks quietly.
“I’m done pretending this isn’t already a war with her in it,” I say honestly.
“That’s not what I meant,” he replies.“You’re changing how the club sees power.”
I meet his gaze.“Maybe it’s time for a change.”
Raven waits near the door, arms crossed loosely.
“Are you good?”I ask.
“As I can be,” she replies.“How is Ghost holding up?”
“Alive,” I say.“Critical, but alive.”
Her shoulders loosen just a fraction.We walk together through the compound, not touching but not distant.Men step aside without hesitation but that’s not new.
“You didn’t try to sideline me,” she says quietly.
“No.”
