My stomach turned as I recall the conversation I had with Mayhem at the clubhouse yesterday when I’d asked him why Cain hadn't taken the gavel.
Mayhem’s face had gone stone-cold.
“Cain never had a chance to call the vote,” Mayhem told me, his voice flat. “The night Knox died, before the blood was even dry on the floor, Grit Sterling made his move.”
“Which was what?”
“He didn't do the honorable thing and challenge Cain at the table. He didn't ask for a vote. He ambushed him in the alley behind the clubhouse with four of his loyalty-bought prospects.”
The story Mayhem then told me was pure nightmare fuel. Grit hadn't just beaten the s**t out Cain, he’d orchestrated a systematic m******e of the man's dignity and body:
Grit and his four asshole buddies had caught Cain off guard while he
