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We fade into darkness as police lights approach. Death’s Head’s vehicles peel out in the other direction, leaving their cargo half-unloaded.

“Well, that was fun.” Chase examines his bruised knuckles as we walk to our bikes. “Think they got the message?”

“They got something.” I study the mill’s dark shape. “But those suits weren’t here just to watch a territory dispute.”

“No.” Zane agrees. “Did you see how that one reacted when you mentioned Wolf Pike? Like he knew something.”

The ride back to The Den is tense, each of us caught in our own thoughts.

Inside The Den, Teller is waiting with Clay and the rest of the crew. We relay what we saw—the crates of military-grade gear, the suits, the coordinated movements. Everyone listens in heavy silence, but it’s Teller who breaks it.

“This ain’t just about territory anymore. They’ve got a real operation going. If we don’t shut this down now, they’ll bleed Wolf Pike dry and leave us picking up the pieces.”

“What’s the play?” Zane asks, his voice calm but cold.

Teller looks around the room, his gaze sharp. “We hit them before they can get fully set up. Find out who’s bankrolling them, shut down the supply chain, and remind them whose town this is.”

There’s a moment of silence, then a ripple of agreement. This is what we do—protect what’s ours, no matter the cost.

Later that night, I catch Chase staring out the window of the office, his beer untouched. “You good?” I ask, though I already know the answer.

He doesn’t turn, his voice low. “They’re pushing us into a corner, Rick. And corners make men desperate.”

“We’ve been here before,” I remind him. “And we’ve come out stronger every time.”

Chase finally looks at me, a small smirk tugging at his lip. “Yeah, but last time, we weren’t also babysitting suits with mystery connections.”

He’s not wrong. Whatever Death’s Head has gotten itself into, it’s more than we’ve faced before. And with Evie and the girls in the picture now, the stakes feel impossibly high.

Before bed, I check the street one last time, looking for anything out of place. The weight of Marcus’s words hangs heavy in my mind.Everyone has a price. Territory. Protection. Even people sometimes.

But Marcus doesn’t know us. He doesn’t understand what it means to have something worth fighting for. Evie, her girls, my brothers—this isn’t about a paycheck or a patch on my cut. It’s about family. About Wolf Pike. About the life we’ve built and the promise we’ve made to protect it.

The Black Wolves don’t break.

We bite.

35

EVIE

Rick’s wordsfrom last night echo in my mind.Whatever’s coming, we face it together.

He returned late in the night, sore all over, and begged me not to ask any questions. Yet, he held me as if he could physically shield me from danger, not knowing he was promising protection from monsters he couldn’t imagine.

Morning sickness hits as I get the girls ready for school. Another secret weighing heavy—this baby is growing while threats circle closer.

“Mama?” Daisy watches me rinse my mouth. “There were men outside again last night.”

My heart stops. “What men, baby?”

“In suits. Like before.” She helps Violet with her sweater. “But Uncle Clay’s bike was there too.”

Of course. The brothers have people watching our house, which should make me feel safer. Instead, it reminds me of othersurveillance—other men who used to watch our family under Luca’s orders.

I’m double-checking the window locks when Rose’s car pulls into the driveway. Relief battles with dread as I meet her at the door. She’s supposed to help me relax, but today something’s off. Her usual calm is absent, and her movements are too sharp.

“Girls, finish your breakfast,” I say, intercepting her before she knocks.

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