Edge’s POV
Saturday morning should've been quiet.
It wasn't.
I was halfway through my first cup of coffee at the clubhouse.
When Chain dropped a phone onto the table.
“You need to see this.”
“That usually means I'm about to get pissed off.”
“Probably.”
Train sat across from me. Blaze was near the bar.
But the second Chain put that phone down, both paid attention.
I picked it up.
Three bikes. Two cages. Men I didn't recognize.
On the back window of one cage was a crude red symbol.
Three devils.
“What am I looking at?”
“Assholes who've been leaning on businesses about forty minutes west,” Chain said.
“For what?”
“Protection money.”
Train leaned forward.
“Who are they?”
“Working on that.”
I looked at Chain.
“Where does Diablo Tres come in?”
“They're making people belie
