Evelynn POV
Maddox drummed his fingers on the table, the heavy rings clicking against the wood. “You really want to know who we are, sweetheart? Fine.”
“We’re brothers,” he said. “Not all by blood -but by patch. Ironfang isn’t just a pack, it’s a club. Our land’s out west, behind chain link and barbed wire, old factory grounds turned fortress. Bikes lined up shoulder to shoulder, oil stains on the concrete, and our colors on every wall. That’s our headquarters. That’s where we run things. That’s where outsiders learn quick if they’re friend or prey.”
Calder leaned forward, voice a low growl. “And that’s where you should’ve been taken the first night. Straight to the clubhouse. Straight home.”
Jax smirked into his drink. “Instead we’ve been circling around, giving you time you probably
