Chapter 154

Sherman The speedometer was screaming past 150, and still, it wasn’t fast enough. The highway blurred into streaks of asphalt and headlights, but all I could see—all I could think about—was West Harbor. And Silvia. Alpha Enzo’s voice still echoed in my head, sharp and clipped through the static of our last call: “West Harbor. That’s where he’s heading—” Then nothing. Radio silence and a sickening screech as I watched his SUV whip into a brutal U-turn in the rearview. And just like that, I was on my own. I slammed the gearshift forward, ignoring the engine’s protest as the needle punched toward 110. Every second since had been a nightmare dressed in gunmetal and gasoline. Alpha Enzo’s convoy had been ambushed—again. Motorcycles, black sedans, goons with more ammo than brains. My father,Alpha Rooney ’s signature chaos. Two of Alpha Enzo’s SUVs were already burning on the shoulder like offerings to some pissed-off war god. We scattered, each of us splitting off to confuse the tail. Which