The world around us erupted into chaos, filled with the sounds of splintering wood and urgent commands.
“Move! Move! Move!” Jake shouted as the Iron Fang members sprang into action, scattering like a well-rehearsed team. From the bedroom window, I could see black SUVs surrounding the clubhouse, their headlights piercing the darkness like spotlights.
Kane’s hand gripped mine tightly, his strength grounding me in the midst of the turmoil. “We have to go. Now.”
“I can’t go out there like this!” I waved at my outfit—just my underwear and his oversized leather jacket that barely reached my thighs.
“You can and you will,” Kane insisted, pulling me toward the door with an authority that made it clear there was no room for discussion. “Unless you'd rather explain to the police why you’re here
