Cole
I don’t go back to the clubhouse.
I don’t call Jax.
I don’t touch Evan.
I handle it clean.
First stop is Marcus.
He’s the only one who still talks to people in Evan’s office building without making it obvious.
“You need something,” Marcus says when I walk into the shop.
“Yes.”
“Violent.”
“No.”
He raises a brow. “That’s new.”
“I need eyes,” I say. “Quiet ones.”
“On who?”
“Evan.”
Marcus studies me.
“Legal eyes or street eyes.”
“Legal first.”
He nods slowly. “He’s corporate. Finance sector. Likes his image clean.”
“Good.”
“You're digging for dirt.”
“I’m digging for pressure points.”
Marcus smirks faintly. “You promised her no escalation.”
“This isn’t escalation,” I say evenly. “This is insurance.”
He considers that.
“Alright,” he says. “I’ll make calls.”
“Nothin
