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Hold onto him.
And wait for the moment he leaves, praying he’ll come back to me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bravos
The alarm goes off at 4:00 AM, but I'm already awake.
Have been for fifteen minutes, watching Helle, memorizing the way she looks peaceful and safe in my bed.
Storing it away for whatever comes next.
She stirs when the alarm sounds, blinks awake in the darkness.
"It's time," I say.
"I know."
We get dressed in silence.
Jeans, boots, black t-shirt, my cut.
She helps me strap on my shoulder holster, checks that my Glock is loaded even though I checked it three times last night.
"Come back to me," she whispers.
"I promise."
One last kiss, long and deep and full of everything we can't say.
Then I'm walking out into the predawn darkness where twenty-seven men wait to tear down this fucking cartel.
The compound is quiet except for the rumble of engines being checked one last time.
Shotgun Saints—fifteen of us including Phantom, Shadow, and me.
Raiders—seven including Runes, Kraken, and Fenrir.
Reapers Rejects—five including Damon and Dixon.
Twenty-seven men about to ride into hell.
Phantom gives the signal and engines roar to life.
I look back once.
Helle's standing on the clubhouse porch, arms wrapped around herself, watching.
Then we're riding.
The ride takes two hours.
South toward San Antonio, then west on back roads that get progressively more rural.
No traffic at this hour.
Just us and the darkness and the weight of what we're about to do.
