KADE
Nothing made sense anymore. I sat in the empty shell of what used to be the biker club with the smell of smoke still clinging to every surface and the cold night air coming in through the burned-out roof and I kept turning it over and over in my head and it kept not adding up. The club was gone. Talon was in a coma in a hospital bed that smelled nothing like victory.
And tomorrow morning, men who had signed contracts in rooms where people didn't say no were going to drive into Ashwood looking for bikes that no longer existed. I pressed both hands flat on the scorched workbench in front of me and stared at the floor and breathed through it.
Damon had called it on Ronan immediately. Ronan did this. Ronan burned it down. And I had stood there in the cold with ash on my jacket and blo
