The coffee mug shattered against the concrete floor, Duke's hand frozen mid-reach as the clubhouse door exploded inward.
"Federal agents! Nobody move!"
Six men in tactical gear flooded the room, weapons raised, shouting commands that blended into chaos. Valentina's heart stopped as she watched from the garage doorway, her hands still greasy from helping Duke with a carburetor rebuild.
"Hands where we can see them!"
Duke raised his hands slowly, his eyes finding Valentina's across the room. Stay calm, his expression said. Don't do anything stupid.
Axel was already face-down on the floor, arms spread. Denny backed against the wall, hands up. The other club members followed suit, their morning meeting interrupted by badges and guns.
"Duke Reynolds?" A woman's voice cut through the nois
