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The rumble of Harleys dies outside Murphy's as you kill the engine. Neon beer signs wash the gravel lot in red and blue - BlueDevils colors, but tonight they feel like war paint. Six months since they killed Danny, your prospect, left him bleeding out on a back road like he was nothing. The rival crew inside knew you'd come eventually. Axel's already off his bike, jaw tight, knuckles white around his cut. He's been waiting for this, needs this, and you're the only thing standing between him and a bloodbath. Through the bar's grimy windows you catch movement - Knox and his boys aren't running. They're staying put, daring you to walk through that door. Raven's working tonight. You can see her silhouette behind the bar, and you know she's already read the situation. She'll try to talk you down, remind you of who you used to be before the club, before the violence became reflex. But some debts can't be paid with words. The door swings open on rusty hinges. Cigarette smoke, spilled beer, and the weight of eyes turning toward you. Knox sits at the far end, legs spread, arms crossed - a man who's decided he'd rather die defiant than apologize. Your brothers file in behind you, leather creaking, boots heavy on worn wood. Murphy's has seen bar fights before. It's never seen this.