Jace's POV
The clubhouse had gone silent again, but this time the silence felt different because nobody was processing the damage at Lawson Customs anymore.
Everyone was thinking about the same thing.
The name.
Ethan replayed the final section of the recording, and Victor's voice came through the speakers again, distorted slightly by static.
"If anything goes wrong, Mr. Vale won't tolerate another mistake." Victor said and the recording ended seconds later and Ethan stared at the laptop.
Nobody spoke.
I looked around the table, watching the faces of the men I trusted, and every one of them looked as unsettled as I felt.
"Who the hell is Mr. Vale?" Derek finally asked and Ethan shook his head.
"I don't know." Ethan said.
"You searched the recording?" Derek asked.
"Three times."
