Chapter 76
The Reapers Kings clubhouse rarely knew silence even if they were in a graveyard.
Even on quiet mornings, there was always something. The rhythmic clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen.
Prospects arguing over whose turn it was to clean the garage. Someone revving an engine outside before being barked at to kill the noise. Boots echoed across old wooden floors, country music drifted lazily from a radio somewhere near the bar, and the smell of fresh coffee mixed with grease and motor oil had become as familiar as the club's own colors.
Today, that familiar rhythm felt... off as breakfast had come and gone.
The coffee pot had been emptied twice. Yet one chair remained untouched.
Vivienne's.
Nobody mentioned it at first.
After everything that had happened the previous e
