Alina’s POV
As we rode back through the gates, everything felt different. There was a strange energy in the air, like the moment before something big happens. The usual hustle and bustle of the club was replaced by a sense of urgency. Members moved with focus, conversations interrupted as we passed. Whenever federal agents get involved, the atmosphere shifts from routine to crisis, making everyone act like they’re running out of time.
Jaxon turned off the bike and helped me off, his hand gently resting on my back. I could sense the tension in him, an electric energy buzzing beneath the surface. We had made the ride back in silence, the weight of Ronan’s messages hanging over us like a hidden passenger.
Ronan was waiting in the war room, looking like he hadn’t blinked in the three hours
