Chapter 103 The Sound of a Brother Drowning

POV: Amani

The ride back to the clubhouse is a blur of headlights and smoke. None of us talk. The night feels wrong, thick, heavy, pulsing like a bruise. Zuri sits behind me on the bike, her arms tight around my waist, but even her warmth can’t cut through the cold crawling up my spine.

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