Mason POV
The church is dead quiet, the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. It's the kind of atmosphere I hate to be part of.
Everyone’s eyes are on Ghost, his fingers flying over the laptop connected to Snake’s phone, checking for any sign he’s the mole. My heart’s pounding, my fists clenched under the table. Snake’s story about me getting jumped at a club was a lie, and he hesitated to hand over his phone. He was too obvious.
My gut’s screaming he’s the traitor who sold me out to Kade, but I need proof. Hera’s in the hospital, fighting because of this mess, and I’m not letting anyone slip through the cracks. No one hurts my old lady and walks away in one piece. Someone gotta pay and that bastard Jace? I'll hunt him even if it drags me to hell. I'll make his ass pay for firing
