The clubhouse was quiet when I pulled up. There were hundreds of bikes in the lot, but there was no partying. No sign of life, other than Ghost and Bones who were standing guard outside the door. I cut the engine and swung my leg over the seat, my boots hitting the gravel with a crunch that echoed in the silence. Ghost and Bones nodded at me as I approached, their expressions unreadable behind their sunglasses.
“s**t, Nash… Prez’ll be glad to see you,” Ghost said, his voice low and even. “Everyone will.”
“Thanks, man.” I clapped him on the shoulder, giving him a curt nod before pushing past them into the clubhouse.
Almost every face in the crowd turned to stare at me as I walked in. They all looked like they’d seen a ghost. I scanned the room, recognizing brothers from all over the coun
