Chapter Thirty-Seven
The loud, heavy wooden front doors of the clubhouse slammed shut with a deafening boom that echoed off the high concrete walls of the main room, signaling the absolute and permanent departure of Stone’s mother and Raven from the compound. For a long, intense moment, a thick, dead silence settled over the entire room. None of the thirty patched brothers standing around the perimeter moved a single muscle. No one dared to even clear their throat. They all kept their eyes glued to the floorboards, completely terrified of the raw, dangerous energy vibrating off their President’s massive frame.
Stone stood right in the center of the room, his large hand still wrapped securely around my small wrist, his chest heaving up and down rapidly under his leather cut. The absolute
