Chapter Twenty-Seven
Blade’s POV
The air inside the main hall was thick with loud rock music, cheap whiskey, and the strong smell of cigarette smoke. The Reapers were celebrating. They were very happy about the death of the Vulture Vice President. To them, it was a huge victory. It showed everyone that nobody could touch Stone Callahan’s family or his club without getting hurt.
I stood by the edge of the bar. I had just taken a shower, and my damp hair clung to the back of my neck. I wore a clean black t-shirt and my heavy leather vest, but the fresh stitches on my shoulder where the Vulture VP had cut me with a knife were throbbing tightly with the music.
I kept my back against the wall, holding a cold beer, and watched the crowded room.
My laptop case was locked safely inside my loc
