Sunday — 6:42 p.m.
Edge's POV
“Prez, we've got company.”
I looked up from the photographs scattered across my desk.
Chain stood in the doorway.
“Who?”
“Dean and Grant. Mason, Cole, and Wyatt are with them.”
“Good. Tell them I'll be right out.”
Chain hesitated.
“What?”
“Your father's with them.”
I stared at him.
“Dad?”
“Yeah.”
“You've got to be shitting me.”
My father was still recovering from heart surgery.
The stubborn old bastard had been discharged home with instructions to rest.
Not travel across the state because somebody threatened his family.
I headed outside.
Two SUVs and three motorcycles were parked near the clubhouse.
Dean and Grant stood beside the first SUV.
Mason and Cole were removing their helmets while Wyatt grabbed a bag from the second vehicle.
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