Chapter Twenty-Eight
Blade’s POV
I let Skyler walk away, but the burning heat of her touch stayed on my skin. I couldn't chase her. Not right now. The heavy weight of the laptop case in my bunkhouse was a loud reminder of why I was here.
I left the noisy clubhouse and walked out into the cool, dark night air. The bass from the speakers became a soft thumping sound behind me as I made my way to the bunkhouse. My shoulder ached with every step, the stitches pulling tight against my skin, but I ignored the pain.
I unlocked my locker, grabbed the laptop case, and held it tight against my side. This small piece of plastic and metal held the ultimate truth. It held the proof that Stone Callahan had signed my father’s death warrant. But Stone couldn't know I had seen it. Not yet. I had to pla
