The atmosphere changed inside the clubhouse that felt heavier than a firefight because bullets were simple, enemies were visible and survival depended on skill. But this meeting threatened something much harder to repair.
Trust.
Every patched members sat around the large table while prospects remained against the walls and everyone else gathered wherever space allowed.
Finn stood beside the prospects near the back of the room.
The silence carried too many questions and Blade remained standing at the head of the table while the folder from the former Kings of Ruin member rested beside him.
He looked tired. Not physically but mentally. Like he understood exactly what this meeting could become and Drake leaned toward me.
“This is going to be ugly.” Drake said.
“It already is.” I
