RYDER
“The funds have been transferred,” Kane announced, his gaze fixed on the laptop resting on his thigh.
Logan let out an excited laugh and clapped his hands together. “If jobs like this keep coming our way, I might just retire early.”
Kane snorted before looking up at him. “You know that’s a damn lie.” A chuckle escaped him as he shook his head. “You live for this life, Logan. We all do.”
Logan laughed because Kane wasn’t wrong. None of them had chosen this life by accident. The danger, the adrenaline, the brotherhood that came with wearing the club’s patch, it had become a part of who they were.
Picking up a glass of scotch, Logan crossed the room and placed it on the table in front of me.
“We found his location,” he informed me.
My expression darkened immediately.
The bastard
