The clubhouse felt different the moment Tank hit the floor.
Not quieter.
Not calmer.
Just… shifted.
Like the air itself had changed sides.
Rae stood over Tank’s broken form, chest rising and falling, her knuckles raw and red. The men who had stepped behind her stayed there — silent, steady, waiting. The men who hadn’t yet chosen hovered in the uncertain middle, eyes darting between Rae and Tank like they were watching a storm decide where to break.
Tank groaned, rolling onto his side. Blood smeared across the floorboards. He tried to push himself up again, stubborn even in defeat.
Rae didn’t move toward him.
She didn’t need to.
He wasn’t a threat anymore.
Crow stepped forward, arms crossed. “He’s done.”
Rae didn’t look away from Tank. “He was done the moment he betray
