Jax
The knock at the gate came just after midnight, unexpected enough that I had three men posted around the visitor before Ryder even made it outside. What I hadn't expected was who climbed off the bike waiting on the other side.
Reyna. The Steel Vultures' head mechanic, a woman I'd crossed paths with exactly twice before, both times under hostile circumstances. She held her hands loose and visible, no weapon drawn, her expression tight with something that looked less like aggression and more like exhaustion.
"I need to talk to whoever's in charge here," she said. "Alone if possible. It's about Cole."
Ryder appeared behind me a moment later, studying her with the same wary calculation he brought to every unexpected variable. "You're a long way from Vultures territory."
"So were your
