The second Knox hung up the phone inside the Rusted Axle every trace of emotion disappeared from his face and somehow that scared me more than anger ever did.
Because angry Knox yelled. Cold Knox buried people.
“What happened?” I asked again while standing.
“Crow and Torch got hit.” Knox said grabbing his cut from the booth beside him and my stomach dropped instantly.
“Are they alive?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He said and that answer came fast. Too fast which meant everything else was bad.
By the time we reached the clubhouse chaos had already exploded across the property.
Motorcycles roared and weapons were getting loaded and Roman barked orders across the parking lot.
Crow sat on the clubhouse steps covered in blood and gravel while Torch smoked furiously beside him. So I moved tow
