"I'll leave them on my ride," I said.
"Boyd and the boys will escort you. Follow them and do not deviate or you will be killed." I tossed a twenty onto the bar to cover lunch, then got up and went to my Harley. The four from the corner followed me out, two heading to each car. I made sure I showed them the knives as I took them out and put them into my saddlebags. Firing up my ride, I followed the first car out of the lot, the second behind me.
We arrived at the Pack House twenty minutes later. Driving up, the Pack looked like a small housing development mixed in with the rolling hills and trees, but I could see the subtle clues there was more. The chain link fence topped with barbed wire, the cameras, and the layout with the Pack House and gym at the center. Larger homes belonging to
