Chapter 92

Myles POV

“Myles, we’ve got a problem. A big one,” Dean’s voice was strained and ragged with urgency. “The feds are buzzing. They’re putting together a task force. They’re coming for us.”

“Coming for us for what? But we’ve been quiet.”

“The convoy attack last night,” he said.

“That wasn’t our play Dean. You know that.”

“I know that and you know that. But the cops don’t,” he said his voice dropping. “The one survivor they have says he saw Hellfangs colors. He says… he says he saw you, the Reaper of Hellfangs Leading the charge.”

The world fell silent. Every piece clicked into place with sickening clarity. The ambush. The stolen guns and drugs. The lone survivor left to tell a story. The fake colors. It had Murphy’s stench all over it. The Ghost had made his move. He didn’t just want to start a war he wanted to erase me from the board entirely and yet again He had framed me perfectly.

A cold rage settled deep in my bones.

“He impe