The farmhouse fell silent after the man spoke and every person standing in the clearing seemed to be processing the same realization.
This wasn’t Raze. At least not directly.
The terrified man sat against the side of the building while Heath treated a cut above his eye and Blade crouched nearby asking questions.
Nobody interrupted or rushed him because fear like that couldn’t be faked. Not easily.
The man’s hands shook so badly he could barely hold the water bottle Casey handed him.
I folded my arms and watched. The name kept repeated inside my head.
Black Ledger.
I’d never heard it before and neither had most of the club judging by their expressions.
“Tell me again.” Blade said.
The guy swallowed hard.
“Black Ledger. They aren’t a gang or traffickers. They’re security.”
