Chapter 98
Midnight had settled over the Reapers King's clubhouse, but sleep had abandoned the men who were still gathered in the war room.
The television was muted.
A half-eaten pizza sat on the conference table beside several mugs of coffee that had gone cold. Someone had left a motorcycle magazine open beside a laptop, and one of the pages had a greasy fingerprint across an advertisement for a custom Harley.
Nobody cared.
The only thing that mattered was the empty chair where Cole should have been sitting.
Declan stood at the head of the table. His hands were planted against the wood and his jaw was tight.
For years, the boys had seen their father angry. They had seen him furious. They had seen him put men through walls when business demanded it.
But this was different.
This wa
