Marlowe
The yard emptied slowly in the aftermath, clusters of members still murmuring, processing, some throwing careful glances my way that ranged from curious to openly hostile — and Reid stood near the edge of it all, considerably smaller than the confident, patient man who'd spent weeks building toward this exact moment.
He'd gotten what he wanted. Exposure, chaos, the truth finally public. What he clearly hadn't expected was the club's reaction turning, almost immediately, against the messenger instead of purely against the message.
"You caused a riot," one of the senior members told him, disgusted, walking past without slowing down. "Whatever she lied about, you handled this like a coward — public humiliation instead of bringing it to King properly. That's not loyalty to the club'
