Tuck sat in the back room of the club house, the door open as men drifted in and out, the door would close for a bit while someone gave a report or wanted to speak with him in confidence, then it would open again until the next of his brothers came and sat. His phone had chirped an incoming text a while ago, but he’d been busy listening to the report Crash had been giving. Hearing the trouble the other man was having with the latest group they were helping to smuggle into the country had made Tuck’s shoulders tense and his head throb.
Just what he didn’t need. More trouble.
Crash left, leaving the door open like he’d found it. Tuck let his head fall back against the chair while he tilted the rolling desk style chair back on the springs and tried to decide what needed to be done. There wa
