Victor’s POV
The room had been louder when we were winning.
I stood at the head of the table and looked at the men who remained, but the sight did little to ease the pressure in my chest.
There were empty chairs everywhere.
Months ago, the Black Reapers had filled this compound with riders, prospects, and associates who believed the club would stand for years.
Now, barely half of them remained. The warehouse raid had taken more than weapons and money.
It had taken confidence.
The Iron Vipers had destroyed one of our biggest supply centres, police had arrested several members, and others had disappeared since then.
I knew what the others were thinking because I had been thinking the same thing.
How much longer could we keep going? So I placed both hands against the table.
“You all
