Rhett said nothing.
Declan turned to Jace. "And you. We need to have a different conversation."
Jace frowned.
"About what?"
"Do you remember you're supposed to be the next President of this club?"
Jace slowly faced him. "Of course I remember."
"Then start behaving like it."
The words stung more than Jace expected.
Declan continued. "When I'm gone, you're the one these men will answer to. You'll make decisions that affect every brother wearing our patch. You'll decide when we fight, when we negotiate, and when we bury our dead. You don't get to make those decisions based on whether some woman has hurt your feelings."
Jace's expression changed.
"What does Sage have to do with this?"
"Everything."
Rhett lifted his head. Declan placed both palms on the table.
"Whatever romantic fe
