Page 34 of Bolt's Flame
It was the first blood drawn in this war.
I felt my own blood boiling, my fingers curling into tight fists. Dragon Fire had crossed the line. They weren’t just pushing—they were daring us to strike back.
“We’re rolling out,” Devil barked, his voice cutting through the noise of the men. “Now.”
Without another word, the room exploded into action. Guys rushed to grab their weapons, helmets, whatever they needed. I shoved my glass aside and headed straight for the door, my pulse racing. It didn’t matter where we were going or what was waiting for us—someone was going to pay for what happened to Spinner.
I stepped back outside, the rush of adrenaline making everything sharper, clearer. The bikes were already roaring to life, the sound of engines filling the night like a battle cry. Thunder was there, slamming his helmet on, his face set in a grim expression. Mystic was checking his gun, his mismatched eyes dark and unreadable.
“Let’s go,” I muttered, yanking on my helmet and mounting my bike.
The rumble of the engines grew louder as more of the guys lined up, Devil at the front. His eyes burned with a fire that matched the rage in all of us. This wasn’t just about Spinner—it was about showing Dragon Fire who the hell they were messing with.
I revved my engine, the vibration thrumming through me, the familiar rush of anticipation building in my chest. This was what we lived for.
The ride.
The brotherhood.
The fight.
Devil raised his hand, signaling us to move out. The bikes roared forward in unison, the thunder of engines filling the night as we sped down the road. The world blurred around us, the wind whipping around me, but my focus was sharp. All I could think about was finding the bastards who did this and making them regret every second of it.
We rode hard, faster than usual, the urgency of the moment pushing us to our limits. I kept my eyes on Devil’s taillight, my thoughts racing as we roared through the night, heading for the spot where they’d left Spinner. The guys behind me were just as keyed up, the tension crackling through the wind like electricity.
By the time we reached the spot, I was ready to tear someone apart.
We pulled up to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, the stench of burning rubber still lingering in the air. Spinner was lying on the ground, bloodied and bruised, his bike nothing but a charred wreck beside him. My stomach twisted at the sight, the rage flaring even hotter. The Dragon Fire bastards had made this personal.
“Get him up!” Devil barked, jumping off his bike and heading straight for Spinner.
I dismounted, rushing forward with Thunder and Mystic to lift Spinner off the ground. He groaned in pain, his face swollen and bloody, but his eyes were still open, still burning with the same fire we all felt.
“They came outta nowhere,” Spinner muttered, his voice thick with pain. “Didn’t even see ‘em comin’.”
“Save your energy,” Devil growled. “We’ll deal with them.”
I looked down at the wreck of Spinner’s bike, the twisted metal still smoldering, the flames having eaten through most of it.
“We’re gonna burn ‘em down,” I muttered, my voice deadly and filled with promise.
Thunder nodded beside me, his expression just as dark. “They wanna die? We’ll be happy to oblige.”
Devil stood up, his fists clenched at his sides as he stared down the road, as if he could already see the Dragon Fire MC in his sights. “They wanna play with fire?” His voice was cold, controlled, but beneath it was pure fury. “We’ll burn a hole so fucking hot, they’ll fall straight into the flames of Hell.”
The intensity in his voice lit a fire in all of us. This wasn’t going to end with a few fists thrown or a bike trashed. This was going to end in blood.
“Lucy?” Spinner whispered, looking around. “Where is she?”
“Who the fuck is Lucy?” Chain asked, looking into his pained face.
“She helped me and called you,” he bit out through his swollen lips, closing his eyes once more. “Stayed with me till you got here.”
When we finally started looking around where Spinner had been found, it wasn’t just the wrecked bike and the blood that caught my attention. Standing off to the side, just down the road a bit from the twisted metal and smoke, was a woman standing by a beat-up Corolla, almost hidden in the night’s shadows.
She had schooled her features to look calm and unworried, but there was something about the way she stood, arms wrapped around herself, eyes scanning the horizon like she was ready to bolt at any moment.
I hadn’t expected to see anyone here, much less someone who didn’t look like she belonged anywhere near this mess. This old back road was most always deserted.