CHAPTER 9: SHADOWS IN THE DARK
By sunset, the compound had settled into a tense, watchful quiet. The sheriff’s convoy was long gone, but no one relaxed. Patrols doubled at every gate; every engine sound made heads turn.
Kael didn’t go back downstairs. Instead, he led me back into his private office, locked the steel door tight behind us, and gestured for me to sit beside him at his desk. The mood had shifted — no more posturing, no more sharp words for enemies. Just quiet, heavy truth.
“I need to show you something,” he said, his voice low. “Something I haven’t told anyone. Not Jax. Not even the club’s oldest members. But you have a right to know exactly what we’re walking into.”
He tapped a key on his keyboard, and the central monitor flickered to life. A dense list of names, offshore
