Paige's POV
By the following morning, Lawson Customs no longer felt like an ordinary motorcycle garage.
Every bay was occupied, every workbench was covered with tools, and the sound of engines filled the building from the moment the doors opened.
The Iron Vipers were preparing for something.
Nobody had to say it but the tension was everywhere.
Jace had given the club its orders after Church, and although the details of the operation remained restricted to the members involved, everyone understood that the club was finally moving against the Black Reapers instead of waiting for another attack.
I refused to let them leave on machines that were anything less than perfect.
I stood beside the first motorcycle with a checklist in my hand.
“Brake pads?” I asked and Ben looked beneath the
