Talon
My stomach twisted as I walked into the chapel. I’d known my little bubble of domestic bliss would pop sooner or later, but I was hoping it would at least wait til after my kid was born. I knew better, though, really. Things had been calm for months now. Too calm.
The chapel was already full, the air thick with cigarette smoke. I could feel the weight of my brothers’ stares, the unspoken questions hanging in the air. Jake was already at the head of the table, his expression stone-cold. He nodded at me as I took my seat beside him.
“Alright,” Jake started, his voice cutting through the murmurs like a knife. “We all know why we’re here. The Omens just declared war on us. They’ve taken out two of ours and stolen a shipment that doesn’t belong to us. We’ve got a pissed-off club on the
