Chapter Forty-Four
Lena called my phone very early the next morning, before the heat of the day had even begun to settle over the gravel yard.
I was sitting completely alone on the weathered wooden porch steps of the clubhouse, holding a warm cup of black coffee between both of my hands, watching the morning mist slowly lift off the high concrete walls of the compound. The entire property was incredibly quiet because Stone and all the patched brothers were currently locked inside the back room of the building for Church—their private, mandatory weekly meeting where they discussed serious club business, highway logistics, and the ongoing threats from the Devils gang. Since I knew Stone would be occupied for at least an hour, I answered the ringing phone very quickly, desperately hoping fo
