Talon
I stormed into Church dragging the prospect, Ryan, by the scruff of his neck. The kid was a mess — bruised, bloody and whimpering pathetically. I might’ve been the one responsible for that. The room fell silent as we entered, all eyes on us.
“Lookie what I found,” I growled, throwing him to the floor in front of Jake.
Jake’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at the traitor.
Ryan pushed himself up to his knees, his eyes darting around the room. “Please,” he begged, “I can explain!”
“I’m sure you have a cute little explanation for us,” Jake said coldly. “But first you’re gonna tell us everything. Every detail about your little arrangement with Craig.”
I grabbed the kid by the arm and hauled him to his feet. The words started pouring from his mouth like a faucet.
Everyone at the ta
