The first attack came two nights after the club declined Whitfield's meeting, not the sophisticated, calculated maneuver Silas had warned them to expect, but something considerably more direct and unmistakably a message.
Three vehicles approached the clubhouse's perimeter just past midnight, moving with the deliberate, testing caution of men probing defenses rather than committing to a full assault. The patrol spotted them within minutes, Gideon's carefully reinforced security proving its worth immediately as the alert spread through the clubhouse with practiced, efficient speed.
"Everyone inside, now," Gideon said, already moving toward the perimeter with Tank and three other members close behind, his voice carrying the same controlled, dangerous calm Wren had witnessed during his inter
