I nod, shoulders tense but unmoving. “I know.”
“This isn’t just about you f*****g someone, Ghost. You’re Reaper. You handle the dirtiest work this club needs. Your word has weight. And if you break the rules and nothing happens, then every goddamn rule starts to crack under you.”
He’s not wrong. I know what I am to this club. The cleaner. The killer. The final f*****g line, I've killed members for f*****g up. I’ve earned their trust through blood and silence. But that trust also means they can’t let me slide, not when it’s this blatant.
“I’m not asking for leniency,” I say, meeting his gaze. “Just give me what I deserve and be done with it.”
Echo studies me, jaw clenched, then looks over his shoulder toward Knox, who hasn’t moved or blinked. Red must’ve told him everything. Hell, I kno
