The ride back felt longer than the miles suggested. The wind cut cold through my jacket, carrying the sharp scent of pine and damp earth. Jax kept formation tight at the front. Knox rode aggressive on the flank. Ryder stayed close to my left, his bike occasionally wobbling from pain.
We rolled through the gates as the sun broke over the trees. The yard was already stirring. I killed my engine and headed straight inside, the new page from my mother’s notebook burning in my pocket.
The common room smelled of strong coffee and lingering cigarette smoke. I found Dad at the main table. I placed the page in front of him. “Bear gave me more. My mother was tracking money. J.B. is at the top of the list.”
Dad stared at the paper for a long moment. His hand tightened around the edge until his knu
