Chapter 42
The ride back to the Reapers King's clubhouse was unusually quiet.
Even Rhett, who usually found something to complain about every five minutes, sat in silence behind his handlebars, his jaw locked so tightly that the muscles twitched beneath his beard.
Mason rode beside him instead of hanging back as he usually did after clinic hours. Cole followed close behind, while Wyatt remained on speaker through the helmet communicator, already halfway into an investigation.
The moment they rolled beneath the large REAPERS KINGS sign bolted above the clubhouse gate, prospects hurried over.
Road Captain Axel frowned the second he saw their faces.
"Prez," Axel greeted as the motorcycles shut off. "We've got a situation."
Jace removed his gloves slowly.
"I figured as much after the
