“What’s up, guys?” Jake asked, meeting us near the porch. “You got plans tonight?”
Talon and I exchanged a glance before turning back to Jake.
“Well you do now,” he continued. “Just had 20 extra kegs delivered to the clubhouse. We’re havin’ a party. To celebrate the long-awaited demise of the Reapers MC. Kind of a mega-patchover party, if you will.”
I felt Talon’s hand tense slightly on my back, his body going still beside me. His expression didn’t change, but I could feel the shift in him, like a predator sensing movement in the dark.
“A party?” I mumbled. The idea of celebrating after everything that had happened felt… off. But Jake was grinning, his gray eyes lit up with something like triumph.
“Hell yeah,” he said, taking a drag from his cigarette and exhaling a plume of smoke int
