Lance
I left Eliona in the penthouse under heavy guard and roared out on my Harley toward the clubhouse. The wind did nothing to cool the rage burning in my veins. Rico had crossed every line. Watching me f**k my woman through a telephoto lens? Sending cartel threats? This wasn’t just territory war anymore — this was personal.
By the time I pulled through the Black Unicorn gates, the compound was on full lockdown. Brothers were armed and posted at every corner. Jax met me at the door, his face grim.
“Feds are gone for now,” he said. “But they left with boxes of paperwork. Rico’s been feeding them anonymous tips all weekend.”
I nodded once and headed straight for the Chapel — our sacred meeting room. Ten of my most trusted officers were already waiting. I took my seat at the head of th
