"Three years ago, Knox married you," Locke says.
“Ah. Yes.”
“And at the exact same time, your Dad’s existing businesses – the garage, the construction company, the commercial real estate – were taking off in a massive way. The Skulls' old accountant was retiring, and the club was suddenly sitting on high-stakes capital and multi-state operations that were way too complex for a standard bookkeeper.”
“I can see that.”
Locke traces a thumb along my knee.
"Cobra was under immense pressure. He needed a real expert. But more than that, having a man who understood and respected an MC's moral code was mandatory. You can't just hand those kinds of books over to a faceless suit from a firm."
"So Dad found you?" I ask. “How?”
"Rook walked right into Cobra's office," Locke says. "He told Cobra
