Chapter 91

Murphy POV

The night air was cold, but I barely felt it under the rush in my blood. My bike rumbled as I pulled it to the side of the dark road. One by one, my men rolled up behind me, and their engines growled low like beasts waiting to be set loose.

The moon gave just enough light to show their masks. No one wore their Dead Revenants cuts tonight. Every single one had the Hellfangs patch on their back. Myles’s colors. That was the whole point. When the blood was spilled, the blame would fall on him.

I looked down the road. Nothing yet. But I knew the convoy was close. We had been tipped. Every detail lined up. Tonight was the night. Guns seized from a cartel. Drugs too. The cops thought they were moving it quietly. They had no idea we were waiting.

I raised my hand.

“Listen up,” I said. Everyone stopped talking. Engines went quiet. Just the sound of the night and heavy breathing under masks.

“You all know the plan,” I said. “We tear into