The clubhouse had never felt this quiet.
Even with more than a dozen Iron Vipers gathered around the large table, nobody was talking loudly, because the events at Lawson Customs were still fresh in everyone's minds and the smell of smoke seemed to have followed us home.
Charlotte sat at the far end of the table between Derek and Mason, and she kept her hands folded tightly in her lap while every pair of eyes in the room remained fixed on her.
Jace stood at the head of the table, his hands resting against the back of a chair.
"Nobody leaves this room until we decide what happens next." Jace said and Charlotte swallowed.
"I need protection." Charlotte said.
A few men exchanged looks, and Derek leaned back in his chair.
"You came to a motorcycle club after helping Victor Kane, and now
