Dani’s POV
The President called us into the back office of the support truck at six in the morning, before the rest of the paddock was even awake.
There were only five of us in that cramped space. The President, Hank, Cole, Big Mike, and me. The door was shut and the blinds were pulled down. The President stood with his back against the wall, his arms folded tight across his chest, and his face looked like it was carved out of granite.
"What I am about to tell you does not leave this truck," the President said, his voice low and hard. "Not a word to the other riders. Not a whisper to your girlfriends. Not a joke at the bar. If I find out any of you talked, I will deal with you personally."
Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
"We have reason to believe someone has been tampering with our mo
