The entire clubhouse gathered within twenty minutes. Nobody needed convincing. Not after Casey’s reaction and not after the look on Blade’s face. And definitely not after hearing the words Raze’s real name.
Every patched member sat somewhere inside the meeting room while prospects lingered near walls and California members crowded around the back.
The atmosphere felt electric like everyone knew something important was about to happen.
I sat beside Drake while Casey connected his laptop to the large television mounted on the wall.
Nobody moved much at all and for once the room felt completely serious.
Casey looked tired, more tired than usual which was saying something.
He placed several folders on the table and then looked toward Blade.
“You sure you want this done in front of
