Bear stood in the middle of the yard, swaying slightly, blood still seeping through the bandage on his shoulder. The flash drive felt small and heavy in my palm. Engines rumbled louder in the distance — too many, too close.
Jax moved fast. “Lock it down! Get the women and kids inside. Prospects on the gates.” He turned to me, eyes fierce. “You stay in the clubhouse.”
“I’m not hiding,” I said, slipping the flash drive into my jacket beside the notebook. “Not while they’re coming for answers about my mother.”
Knox checked his pistol, jaw set. “Then you ride with me. No arguments this time.”
Ryder straightened despite the pain in his side. “I’ll cover the rear. Someone has to watch our backs.”
The yard exploded into motion. Brothers grabbed weapons and vests. The smell of gun oil mixed w
