Every patched member inside the clubhouse went completely silent the second Saint said ATF and suddenly the air felt thick enough to choke on.
“Well, that’s never good.” Crow said slowly setting his beer down and Roman was already moving.
“Clear the f*****g tables.” Roman barked.
Propects scattered instantly while hidden drawers slammed shut around the clubhouse and within seconds paperwork disappeared. Guns vanished and bags got shoved beneath floorboards like everyone had rehearsed this exact nightmare a hundred times before.
Which honestly they probably had. I stood frozen near the kitchen counter clutching coffee while Knox stepped beside me.
“You stay quiet.” Knox murmured.
“You saud that like it’s realistic.” I said raising an eyebrow.
“Maze.” He said as his hand brushe
