I knew the Iron Vipers weren't saints and that realization had arrived a long time ago.
The club did a lot of good for the community. They protected people. They supported local businesses. They raised money for charities and they looked after their families.
But they also operated in a world that existed outside ordinary rules. A world filled with secrets, rivalries and business I wasn't part of. And that was exactly how Jace wanted it.
The shipment was proof of that and I knew something was happening before anybody said a word.
The clubhouse felt different all week and members came and went at odd hours. Phone calls became shorter, meetings became more frequent and the atmosphere carried a quiet tension that everyone seemed to recognize.
Everyone except the spouses and families were
