Knox had Tank by the collar before he'd taken two steps into the room.
"Give me one reason I don't put you down right here," Knox snarled, shoving him back against the doorframe.
"Because I know what Robert's actually after," Tank gasped, wincing against the pain in his side, "and it isn't the ledger anymore."
Jax pushed between them, forcing Knox back a step. "Talk. Fast."
Tank pressed a shaking hand against the wound at his ribs, blood seeping dark through his shirt. "Robert never cared about the ledger surviving. He cared about controlling the story once it came out. Tonight was never about winning the fight at the gate. It was cover."
"Cover for what," I said.
"For getting inside," Tank said. "While we were all focused on the front, two of his men were already through the fence o
