Chapter 99
Damien's clubhouse had a strange way of making the middle of the night feel like the middle of the afternoon.
Somewhere beyond the thick walls of the office, a motorcycle engine roared to life and vibrated through the floor before dying again. Men were still moving around the bar, their voices carrying faintly through the hallway, and every now and then the heavy front door opened, allowing a rush of cold air and the smell of gasoline to drift inside.
Cole sat tied to a wooden chair near Damien's desk, his wrists secured behind him. His knuckles were scraped, his cheek was swelling, and there was a thin line of blood at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't care.
His eyes remained fixed on Damien.
The man who had ruined Sage's life was sitting less than ten feet away, calmly
