“SECRETS GET people killed.”
Ronan’s voice cut through the room like a blade.
The clubhouse was unusually quiet for late afternoon. Most of the guys were out running errands or handling club business. Only a handful remained inside, scattered around the long wooden table in the main hall.
Jeremiah stood near the window with his arms crossed, staring out at the gray winter sky.
Lily sat beside Mary on the couch, pretending to focus on folding laundry. In truth, she was listening to every word.
Ronan slammed a file down on the table.
“Rumors are floating around,” he continued. “Ugly ones.”
Ayden frowned. “What kind of rumors?”
“The kind that start wars,” Ronan replied.
Jeremiah finally turned from the window. “Be specific.”
Ronan gave him a hard look. “Word on the street says someo
