Kyle's POV
We called it the Vipers Club, back when it was still just the two of us and a dream too big for either of our bank accounts. Jax handled the recruiting side at first, mostly because he had this way of talking to broken men that made them actually believe they still had something left to give.
"We take in anybody who's willing to work." Jax laid it out one night, maps and rough sketches of a business plan scattered across a card table in the garage we'd rented on credit neither of us actually had. "Vets like me who came home to nothing. Young guys with too much energy and nowhere legal to burn it. We build something that gives them purpose."
"I like it." I nodded, already seeing dollar signs behind the sentiment. Purpose sold memberships. Memberships meant dues, meant labor, m
