The night tastes like metal and impending storms—heavy, ready, and dangerous.
My gut has been tightening for miles.These roads don’t get quiet for no reason.
They get quiet because something’s waiting in the dark.
Diego nearly didn’t get up last time.Crash almost wrecked his arm, shredded my damn peace of mind.
That’s why I’m here tonight—because whatever’s been sabotaging my runs is getting bolder.
Because someone’s trying to scare me off.
Because I don’t like being pushed around, and I don’t like people who think they can hurt my people and walk away.
The unregistered pistol sits in the passenger seat within reach.Knives ride under my flak, tucked in a chest rig I never thought I’d wear again.
My hands on the wheel feel like they belong to someone else—steady, spare, ready.
Rooster pulls up beside me, leather and chrome, engine screaming.
He leans over and shouts, “We got company!”
I don’t need him to tell me twice.
“I know the plan,” I shout back.
Falcon already ran the plan.DEMC—Destiny’s Enforcers MC—goes dark, pulls ahead to split and attack the road, push these assholes to the edges, create chaos and then close.
Risky as hell, but it’s the best shot we’ve got.
Rooster cuts his lights a heartbeat before I do.Black.
The truck disappears into the night as I kill the headlights and let the diesel purr lower.
I tap the brakes—hard, measured—enough to slow the trailer without making it fishtail.
The world goes mute but for engine and breathing, then they hit.
A few loud bangs sound into the night as whoever was catching up behind me crashes into the back of the truck.
Fucking assholes deserve it.
Headlights flare up down the road—too many of them, coming fast.
The Hellbound Heathens cut through the night like a swarm.
They’re running loose, patches glinting, guns ready.
The first bike tries to jackknife around us, and the rider skids wide into the ditch and hits the dirt.
They start shooting.
The crack of gunfire is ugly and immediate.
Falcon’s boys are back on us in a heartbeat, roaring forward like a wall.
Metal and leather crash together.
I see a couple attackers try to wrench the trailer door open as one of the Heathens slams his bike into the guardrail, thrown from his seat.
