(Dane)
My phone vibrated on the kitchen table.
Ridge.
I looked at it for a second before picking it up.
Cassidy was still sitting across from me. She saw my face when I answered and went quiet the way she did when she already knew the call wasn't good news.
"Talk to me," I said.
"One of the prospects got run off the road about twenty minutes ago," Ridge said. "East side. Coming back from a supply run."
I pushed back from the table.
"How bad?" I asked.
"Bad enough," Ridge said. "He's at the hospital. Conscious but not good. Brothers are with him."
"Savage Kings?" I asked.
"No patches," Ridge said. "But we both know."
I looked at Cassidy across the table.
She was watching me.
"I'm on my way," I said.
I ended the call and looked at Cassidy.
She was watching my face.
"I have t
