Chapter 73
The Crimson Vultures clubhouse had never been silent.
There was always something.
Pool balls cracking against green felt. Music thundering through old speakers. Glass bottles clinking together behind the bar. Men were laughing too loudly because they wanted everyone to know they weren't afraid.
Today….None of that existed.
The silence was so complete that every pair of boots striking the concrete floor echoed through the entire building.
Nobody dared to speak.
Every patched member standing inside the control room kept their eyes fixed on the floor while the wall-sized monitors continued cycling through surveillance footage from across Colorado.
An empire built on information glowed across dozens of screens.
At the center of it all stood Damien.
His broad shoulders wer
