The church room stayed silent after Wire dropped the surveillance photos onto the table. Nobody moved or spoke. Everyone just stared. Photographs covered nearly every inch of the table.
Me leaving the Rusted Axle, entering the clubhouse, me riding behind Knox, sitting beside him and kissing him. Basically just me existing.
The realization made my skin crawl. Weeks, maybe months and some federal agent had spent months documenting my life.
Roman picked up one of the photos and studied it.
“This is obsessive.” Roman said.
“That’s saying something coming from us.” Crow said looking disturbed.
He had a point and Knox sat motionless while flipping through the file. The longer he looked, the dark his expression became. Then Wire pointed toward several highlighted pages.
“It gets bet
