Nobody moved after the former King of Ruins member threw the folder onto the clubhouse driveway and every eye shifted between the papers scattered across the ground and Blade standing silently at the top of the clubhouse steps.
The entire compound felt frozen and the older man folded his arms.
“You aren’t going to deny it?” He asked and Blade looked at the folder.
“I don’t owe you anything.” Blade said and a bitter laugh escaped the stranger.
“You owe a lot of people.” He said.
Several younger members exchanged uneasy looks.
They had joined years after Denver and they knew Blade as the president who built the Ohio chapter. They didn’t know the history but now history had come looking for them.
The former member nudged the folder with his foot while keeping his eyes on Blade.
