Zoe
We were still loading the bike back into the truck when my phone rang, an unfamiliar number flashing across the screen, and something cold settled in my stomach even before I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Zoe Carter." The voice was calm, cultured, nothing like the crude threats I'd braced myself to hear. "We haven't spoken directly yet. I thought it was time we did."
My blood went ice cold. "Cole."
Mason and Jax both went still beside me, Mason already reaching for his phone to alert Ryder, Jax stepping close enough to listen in without taking the phone from my hand.
"I understand you and your friends have been busy," Cole continued, his tone almost pleasant, which somehow made it worse than any threat could have. "Your father would be proud, I imagine. Persistent. Just like him."
"You
