Roman’s voice echoed through the clubhouse hard enough to silence everyone instantly. Every patched member around me went rigid while the words settled like gasoline over open flames.
‘There’s a f*****g rat in this club’
Nobody laughed and nobody questioned it. Because missing shipments, federal attention and burned warehouse didn’t happen by accident.
Knox stood slowly from the couch while tension rolled off him hard enough to make the room feel smaller.
“Church.” He said flatly.
Every patched member moved immediately. Prospects scrambled out of the way while old ladies drifted toward the bar pretending not listen. Suddenly the entire clubhouse split down the middle between people allowed inside the church room and people who weren’t.
I started following automatically before Ro
