Chapter-57

With a deep breath, I stood up, my legs wobbly from the adrenaline. We had to act fast, before they realized what was happening.

He nodded, and we both moved—Rook slammed his chair into the one-way mirror, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the room. As the guards rushed in, we made our move.

The chaos was our ally as we fought our way through the station, using every trick we knew to avoid detection. It was a whirlwind of punches and kicks, the sound of alarms ringing in our ears.

We had to get out before the cops locked down the area. We had to warn the others before it was too late.

It seemed like forever, but we finally made it through the doors into the night. Afterward, we sprinted across the parking lot, dodging patrol cars and shouting officers.

And there it was—Rook's bike, gleaming in the moonlight.

We climbed on the bike, the engine roaring to life between us. The wind tore at our clothes and hair as we sped through the streets, the sound of sirens growing fainter in the distance.

"Where are we going?" I shouted over the noise.

"The Hideout," Rook called back. "We need to regroup."

We arrived at the bar to find it in shambles, the once bustling space now a battleground. The smell of spilled beer and gasoline hung in the air, and the remnants of a fierce fight were scattered everywhere.

"They've been here," Rook said, his voice tight with anger.

We had to move quickly. The Sons of Morning Star would be looking for us, and we had to get to the other Raven's before they did.

The next few hours were a blur of frantic calls and hasty plans. We gathered the stragglers, the air thick with anger; the Raven’s had been betrayed, and they weren't going to let it stand.

A few minutes later Rook called for attention. "We know who did this," Rook announced, his eyes scanning the room. "It was Sobain."

The room erupted into shouts, but Rook held up a hand for silence. "We have to be smart," he said. "We can't just go after her. Her ol’man is the President of the Sons of Morning Star, as well Reif's mom."

Tonya stepped forward, her eyes hard. "But we can't just sit here and do nothing," she said. "We need to find a way to take her down."

The tension grew as the discussion heated up. The club was divided—some wanted to go to war, while others were cautious, fearing the consequences.

"You can use their own game against them," I suggested. "Feed them false info."

Rook nodded slowly, considering my words. "It's risky," he said. "But it might just work."

The decision was made, and the club sprang into action. We had a plan, a dangerous one, but it was our only hope.

As everyone dispersed, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. I couldn’t believe Dillon had turned so heartless.

"We're going to need bait," Rook said, turning to me. "Someone they'll believe."

"Me?" I asked, my voice shaking.

He nodded. "Dillon’s ego is inflated enough he’d never believe you’d turn on him. You can be our eyes and ears."

I took a deep breath, my heart racing with fear and determination. "Okay," I agreed. "What do I have to do?"

Rook's eyes searched mine, and for a brief moment, I saw the weight of his trust in me. "You're going to contact him," he said. "Make him think you're on his side."

We spent the next few hours rehearsing my role. Rook and the others coached me on what to say, how to act. They had to be convinced that I was genuine in my betrayal.

Finally, the time came to put the plan into action. I picked up the burner phone they'd given me, my hand shaking. I dialed the number they had for Dillon. It felt like an eternity before Dillon picked up.

"Who is this?" Dillon answered, his voice gruff and menacing.

I took a deep breath. "It's Marlowe," I said, trying to keep the tremble from my voice. "I have information."

"What do you want?" he demanded.

"I want out," I replied. "And I know things that could help you. But only if you guarantee my safety."

There was a pause. "Alright," he agreed. 

"Meet me at the old train yard. Tonight." I breathed.

My heart pounded as I hung up the phone. The Raven's had set up a surveillance team nearby. They'd be watching my every move.

The moon was high when I arrived at the desolate train yard, the rusty hulks of abandoned cars and machinery looming like silent sentinels. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the icy dread in my veins.

They were waiting for me, a group of shadowy figures in leather jackets and bandanas. Dillon stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "You got a death wish, coming, Sis?" he sneered.

"I've got something better," I replied, my voice steady. "Information that could help you take down the Raven’s."

Dillon’s eyes lit up with greed, and for a moment, I thought I had him. But then, one of the figures in the back stepped forward, and I recognized Sobain. Her eyes were cold and calculating.

"Why should he trust you?" she asked, her voice like a serrated knife.

I took a deep breath and plunged ahead, feeding them the carefully crafted lies that would lead them into our trap.

"Because I'm tired of hiding," I said, my voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation that I hoped sounded genuine. "Tired of being caught in the middle of this mess."

Dillon studied me for a long moment before nodding. "Alright," he said. "But if you're playing us, you're as good as dead."

"I'm not," I said firmly, meeting his gaze. "I just want this to end."

Tension swirled around us as we agreed to meet again, this time with the supposed intel. As I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just signed my own death warrant. But I had made my choice. I was all in with the Raven's now, ready to bring down my brother and his members from the inside out.