(Ridge)
I walked into the church room and sat at the head of the table.
The room was packed. Forty nine brothers, all wearing their patches. This was serious business. Everyone knew it.
Dane sat to my right. Knox to my left. The table stretched long, every seat filled. Priest, Axel, Trent, Jace, Leo, Crash, and dozens of others. All eyes on me.
Everyone was waiting for me to start.
But my mind was somewhere else.
On Mira. On what she'd done this morning.
On her mouth. On her hands. On the way she looked up at me while she had my c**k down her throat.
Fuck.
I needed to focus.
"Alright," I said, banging my fist on the table once. "Let's get started."
Dane pulled out a map. Laid it on the table.
"This is their territory," he said, pointing to a section marked in red. "And this is
