Chapter 209

War POV

It’s been two fucking weeks since I’ve seen her.

Touched her.

Heard her voice.

They’ve sent texts. A shitload of them. Mostly her. A few from King—dry updates, clipped check-ins, the occasional, “She asked if your ass is still breathing.”

I never answered.

Couldn’t find the will to.

The wounds from that night are too fresh.

Too raw.

And the part of me that misses her the most?

It’s the same part I’m trying to keep locked in a cage alongside Logan.

Still, when the invite came for their kid’s first birthday party, I figured I’d show my face.

Least I could do after ghosting my little psycho like a damn coward.

When I pull into the zoo’s private lot on my new custom bike, the first thing I clock is the lineup of Reaper patches stretched like a black-and-chrome picket fence.

They didn’t just rent a party room—they bought out the whole fucking zoo.

Hammer and Gator pull in behind me, e