The team returned to the clubhouse before dawn, the sky still bruised with the last traces of night. Exhaustion hung over us like a heavy blanket. The rumble of our bikes faded as we killed the engines, leaving only the quiet creak of leather and the distant call of early birds.
Jax swung off his bike first, voice low but commanding. “Double security on every gate. No one in or out without my say-so. Someone was watching that church. We don’t take chances.”
The yard felt heavier than usual. Brothers moved with tired purpose, checking weapons and reinforcing weak points. No one spoke much. The discovery at the church had left a mark — the knowledge that we weren’t the only ones hunting for the truth.
We gathered in Jax’s office — me, Jax, Knox, Ryder, Dad, and Bear. The small room smelle
