The second everyone realized Ledger was missing the entire clubhouse atmosphere turned feral. Not angry and not loud. It was worse. And more focused.
Roman stood perfectly still near the church room doorway while fury burned behind his eyes hard enough to make even patched members avoid looking directly at him. Then he spoke quietly.
“Find him.” Roman demanded.
Every Devil’s Hollow member moved instantly. Bikes roared awake outside while phones started ringing across the clubhouse and within minutes the entire club spread through town hunting one of their own like wolves tracking wounded prey.
Honestly, it terrified me how organized they became when betrayal entered the picture.
Knox grabbed weapons from the storage room while Saint loaded rifles beside him silently.
“You stay
