The clubhouse hummed with tension as members filed in for the eight PM meeting. Connor stood at the head of the table where Duke should have been, looking every inch the president he'd never earned the right to be.
Duke waited outside with Valentina, watching through the window. His hands flexed at his sides, itching for violence, for justice.
"Wait for the signal," Axel murmured through their earpieces. "Let him talk. Let him bury himself."
Inside, Connor called the meeting to order. All eleven members present—the six who'd turned back to Duke's side playing their parts perfectly, acting like they still believed in Connor's lies.
"Brothers," Connor began, his voice smooth and confident. "Tonight marks a new chapter for the Riot Kings. No more federal scrutiny. No more living in the sh
