The men all spun around and stared into the van, squinting at the spot Scars had mentioned. Sure enough, they saw what looked like a pile of blankets – and the pile was breathing. Quiet and shallow, to be sure, but still sucking in air.
“s**t,” Wolf muttered, wondering if he should send one of the guys to his office to get his gun locked in the wall safe. “What the hell?”
“No idea.” Viking was utterly astonished. “Wolf – I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone back there at all.”
Ice reached behind and under his cut, pulled a gun from the holder on his lower back. Nobody was even slightly surprised at that: Ice might not be club Enforcer anymore, but that meant nothing to him and he’d clearly not received the memo to step down. Enforcers were born, not made, and just because the title no long
