ANDY
I found Kal exactly where I expected him to be—at the Hellfire Kings clubhouse. He was holding court like the King he believes himself to be.
I parked my Jeep a bit down the road and walked up to scout the area first. I didn’t want to give Kal a heads up that I knew he took the file.
The moment I spotted his bike parked, I slipped past the distracted guards before either of them could stop me and shoved the clubhouse door open hard enough that it slammed against the wall.
Every head turned, and half the brothers in the room reached for their guns.
“Drop them, or I drop you.” Kal’s voice cut through the room, calm and commanding.
At his warning, every single gun dropped immediately.
My attention went straight to him.
He was sitting in the oversized, battered leather throne with
