“Nothing,” Cole said, voice still tight with leftover rage.
Jace stared at him. “I’ve known you long enough to recognize that face. Whenever you say ‘nothing’ in that tone, there’s usually a body or a bomb under it.”
Cole leaned back. “It’s nothing you need to worry about right now.”
Jace laughed once, short and sharp. “That’s what you said before we nearly got ourselves killed.” He reached into the inside pocket of his cut and dropped a folder onto the table. It landed square in front of Cole.
“How the hell are you connected to another biker house outside Texas and outside Colorado? You’ve been getting intel from an inside MC Cole. Quietly and regularly. And you never said a word. What if that person isn’t one to be trusted?”
Cole scratched the side of his head. “It’s not exactly a s
