We have to see her.

Now.

It feels just like the journey takes fucking without end, even if we’re all rushing, however lastly, we close to the remoted space the place our clubhouse is located. We decelerate as we method the turnoff to the clubhouse, and I hear Killian’s voice beneath his helmet over the roar of the bike.

“Is that smoke?”

My jaw drops after we get shut sufficient to see the clubhouse.

Killian was proper. It’s smoke, pouring into the evening air, thick, black, and billowing.

Your complete constructing is on hearth.

48

NICO

Killian, Atlas, and I pull up close to the clubhouse in a bathe of gravel, and I barely minimize the engine earlier than I get off my bike and yank my helmet off, letting it fall to the bottom with a clatter. Even seeing it extra clearly, it’s arduous to wrap my head round what I’m . To make myself perceive what’s in entrance of me.

The clubhouse, the house base of my gang, the beating fucking coronary heart of my group… is burning. It’s on hearth, going up in goddamn smoke proper in entrance of my eyes.

The entire thing is engulfed in flames, and I gape at it, frozen in place for a protracted second, unable to course of the blazing warmth and light-weight.

Did Silas do that? Was he out burning down our fucking headquarters whereas we had been breaking into his home? Was this the following step in his plan to destabilize us or regardless of the fuck he’s been attempting to do? My head is spinning, turning ideas over sooner than I may even end them.

After which a sudden thought hits me arduous.

Quinn.

She mentioned she was right here. Shit.

I begin to transfer towards the clubhouse routinely, although it’s engulfed in flames that there’s no manner I may get into it even when Quinn was nonetheless in there.

“Nico!” Atlas shouts from behind me, however I preserve stumbling ahead. If she’s in there—if she’s damage or trapped or—

Earlier than I may even get shut although, somebody steps out of the shadows close to the burning constructing.

I squint by means of the flickering mild, and aid crashes over me after I catch sight of teal hair.

“Quinn! Thank fu—”

My voice breaks off, shock ricocheting by means of me as I notice she’s coming towards me along with her gun out, leveled proper at my head.

For a second, I simply stare at her, shocked into silence. However then the items begin to put themselves collectively as I take within the look on her face. Onerous. Decided. There’s intention in each line of her physique, and he or she doesn’t look scared or damage.

She didn’t someway handle to outlive the blaze. And it wasn’t Silas who began it. It was her. It’s the one factor that is sensible, even when it doesn’t actually.

My jaw clenches arduous sufficient that I can really feel my tooth grinding collectively.

“What. The fuck. Did you do?” I ask, each phrase scraping previous my vocal cords.

Quinn smirks, her gun arm regular. “Oh, me, husband. I simply needed to discover a option to preserve myself occupied whilst you three went after Silas. Because you had been so adamant that I keep behind.”

The sarcastic tone of her voice grates on my uncooked nerves, and anger builds in me, climbing excessive similar to the flames in entrance of us.

“Attempt once more,” I snap. “What the fuck is that this?”

The smile drops off her face, forsaking a chilly, indignant look of her personal.

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