Kyle's POV
"A race." I said it flat, final, dropping into the chair at the head of the table while Dean, Marcus, and a handful of my top guys settled in around me. "Against the Reapers. Official, sanctioned, whole damn spectacle."
"You serious?" Dean leaned back, arms crossed. "Jax hasn't agreed to a proper club-versus-club race in what, three years? Man's paranoid as hell about optics since he went legit-ish with that veteran outreach bullshit."
"He'll agree." I lit a cigarette, taking my time with it. "Because I'm gonna frame it as a peace offering. Something to smooth over the tension been building since Lila's little circus started. Two clubs, one race, winner gets bragging rights and first pick of the next territory dispute. Jax eats that s**t up. Man's got a hero complex a mile wi
