Edge POV
The door to Church shut behind us.
The noise from the clubhouse disappeared.
Good.
This conversation didn't need an audience.
I took my seat at the head of the table.
Train sat to my right.
Chain to my left.
Domingo took the chair across from me.
He'd brought one man with him.
Not one of the four fuckups.
Someone higher in his organization.
The four responsible for bringing this s**t to my doorstep waited outside Church with brothers watching them.
Nobody spoke for several seconds.
I looked at Domingo.
He looked right back.
Neither one of us needed to posture.
We both knew why we were here.
Finally, I leaned back.
“You already know what your men did.”
"I do.”
“Then you know the insult.”
His jaw tightened.
“Yes.”
I tapped my fingers once against the table.
