Shannon’s POV.
“Who are the rats inside the clubhouse?” I say to Ruby and she looks at me, with fear in her eyes. She didn’t think I would ask, that her confession would be enough. Well, it isn’t.
“Look, Ruby, if you want my protection, I want all the details. I want names, ranks, descriptions. All of it. Or I can’t help you.” I say to her and she bites her split lip and nods her head.
“They will know I told you, and then what?” She says. No, she is not back-peddling now.
“My father was good to you when everyone else turned their backs on you. You trusted him and now I’m asking you to trust me. Chase isn’t president. He couldn’t nor wouldn’t offer you this. But I can. My father, the man you respected enough to tell him what was happening in his club, made me president. Look, Ruby, what
