Jake called church as soon as we got back to the clubhouse. The chapel echoed with the quiet sound of boots on concrete as the brothers filed in.
The tension from the meeting with Viktor still clung to me, and I could see it reflected in Jake. He stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, his expression heavy. I took my usual spot to his left, my chair scraping across the floor as I pulled it out. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Jake. He didn’t waste any time.
“Here’s the deal,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. “The guns are gone. The Russians destroyed them, and they claim to have ended the Omens. Viktor and his men are offering us a partnership.”
A low, uneasy murmur rippled through the room. I kept my gaze steady, scanning the faces of the men I
