“Accounts are already draining,” Divine says, fingers hammering keys. “Shell by shell. Whoever this is, they’re cleaning house.”
“Shut it down,” Allura orders, storming in. “Cut the feeds. Lock everything.”
Divine’s hands blur, but the panic’s visible now. “I’m trying! But it’s not brute force, it’s surgical. They knew exactly where to cut.”
Carter leans in, jaw hard. “That means inside intel. They didn’t just find us, theystudiedus.”
Upstairs, a door slams. Raven appears, gun in hand, boots unlaced. “Talk to me.”
“We’re blind,” I tell her. “Shelter’s burned. Accounts drained.”
Raven’s face goes pale. “All of them?”
“All of them,” Divine whispers. “We’re broke.”
Silence drops like a bomb.
Then the growl of engines rumbles through the gate.
Allura signals to the girls. “Positions.”
But when the doors open, it’s Capone. Torch and Blayze flank him, faces carved from tension and road dust. The RBMC cut across their shoulders, gleaming wet with rain. They look like men who rode fast and didn’t stop.
Capone pulls his helmet off, expression grave. “We need to talk.”
Allura meets him halfway. “If this is about the gala fallout…”
“It’s not,” he interrupts. “It’s Bones.”
Carter stiffens beside me. “What about him?”
Capone hesitates, then holds out something that hits like a bullet to the ribs. Bones’cut.Torn, bloodstained, the patch hanging by threads. “Found this near the river docks. No body. No bike. Just this.”
I step closer, the skull patch staring up at me like an accusation. “You’re sure it’s his?”
Torch nods grimly. “We ran the DNA. It’s him.”
Blayze’s jaw ticks. “The docks were crawling with Syndicate trash, but no trace of him. Looks like a ghost job.”
French exhales. “So he’s either dead or playing dead.”
Capone looks straight at me. “You knew him best, Rebel. You think he’d burn his own colors?”
I shake my head, swallowing a lump in my throat. “No. Not unless someone made him.”
Capone’s gaze flickers to Carter. “You might wantto move fast. Word is, someone’s paying high for the name Rebel Saint.”
Carter steps forward, voice like gravel. “Who told you that?”
“Red found some information from one of my contacts in the south docks. Got an encrypted drop through an old Syndicate relay.” Capone pulls out a flash drive and hands it over. “Thought you’d want eyes on it before anyone else.”
Carter plugs it into Divine’s auxiliary terminal. Lines of code spool across the monitor, then an image, A bounty posting.
TARGET: REBEL SLADE — ROYAL HARLOTS MC
STATUS: ACTIVE. PRICE: $500,000.
NOTE: DEAD OR SILENCED.
