Chapter 11 The Line Between Fire and Fear

Zuri’s POV

The night smelled like gasoline and metal.

Even with the windows rolled up, I could taste it.

Smoke.

Burned rubber.

Something darker underneath.

Blood.

I sat rigidly in the passenger seat while Amani drove.

Neither of us had said much since we left the clubhouse.

Not after the sh...

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