(Ridge)
Monday morning came with a phone call.
Dane.
I answered. "Yeah?"
"We've got a problem. Get to The Spoke. Now."
I was out of bed in seconds.
Mira stirred. "What's wrong?"
"Club business. Stay here. Don't leave the section."
"Ridge."
"I mean it, Mira. Stay here."
I got dressed and walked out. Got on my bike and rode to The Spoke.
When I got there, Dane was standing outside. So was Knox. And half the club.
The front window of The Spoke was shattered. Glass everywhere.
A brick sat in the middle of the floor. A note tied to it.
I walked inside. Picked up the brick. Read the note.
"You made your choice. Now live with it."
No signature. But I knew who it was from.
Iron Wolves.
"When did this happen?" I asked.
"Sometime last night," Dane said. "Hank got here this morning
