Gunfire cracked across the yard before I made it through the front door.
Brothers scattered for cover behind bikes and barrels, return fire already lighting up the gray morning. Jax was at the center of it, shouting orders, directing men toward the weak points in the fence line where Robert's crew had cut through.
"Riley, stay back!" he shouted, but I was already moving, grabbing a rifle from the rack inside the door the way I had at the last siege, refusing to be the one hiding while everyone else bled for this club.
Knox found me at the edge of the porch, face still tight with fury from Tank's confession. "He's out there somewhere," he said. "Tank. I saw him cut toward the tree line before the shooting started."
"Later," I said. "Robert first."
We moved together toward the fence, du
