Kyle's POV
Months passed clean after that. Real clean, actually, cleaner than I expected given how paranoid I'd gotten about covering my tracks. The books balanced pretty enough to satisfy Jax's occasional glance, while my side operation hummed along quiet and profitable with just three guys who knew how to keep their mouths shut, and the Vipers kept racking up wins on the track that made both of us look like geniuses to anybody watching from outside.
Should've known good things don't last long around men like me. Should have known it was impossible to have two masters in a team like this. There's only one Alpha.
Hughie was the problem. Big, barrel-chested son of a b***h, gray beard down to his chest, the kind of guy who'd done two tours overseas and come home with enough scars, physica
