"That sounds like an unfortunate beginning to my morning."
Declan's eyes narrowed. "Cole went to Crimson Vultures, you and I know what Damien would do to him.."
There was a heavy silence, then Viktor's voice changed.
"I'll come to the mansion myself to fix this."
Declan ended the call and Mason stared at him.
"You called Viktor?"
Declan slipped his phone into his pocket. "I called the man who may know how Damien thinks."
He looked toward the clock. "And until he gets here, nobody sleeps."
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By seven the next morning, the clubhouse kitchen looked nothing like a biker war room.
It smelled like toast, coffee and butter.
And the faintly burned scent of something Harper had apparently forgotten inside the toaster.
Sage stood near the counter wearing jeans and a sweater, singing ba
