The unknown number flashed across Havok's phone for the third time. No one reached for it.
The clubhouse had fallen into complete silence, broken only by the low rumble of motorcycles idling outside. Every man in the room stared at the glowing screen as though it were a live grenade.
Havok looked at Blade. Blade didn't hesitate and he took the phone from Havok's hand, studied the unfamiliar number for a heartbeat, then answered and immediately switched it to speaker.
"Talk." Blade said but there was silence. Not the awkward kind. The deliberate kind. The sort that forced everyone listening to lean in without realizing they were doing it.
A slow breath drifted through the speaker. Then a man's calm voice filled the room.
"Blade." The voice said and Drake stiffened beside the table. His
