Chapter Fifty-Six
Blade’s pov
The clubhouse was suffocating. The air was thick with the smell of cheap cigars, spilled beer, and the underlying tension that always followed a big meeting. Stone stood at the head of the long, scarred wooden table, his shadow stretching across the floor like a dark omen. He wasn't talking about routes or territory anymore; he was talking about loyalty. He spoke about how the Iron Reapers were a family, and how a family could not survive if there were snakes in the grass. Every time he mentioned the word "traitor," my skin crawled, and I had to focus on my breathing to keep my expression blank.
I leaned against the back wall, my arms crossed, watching the faces of the brothers. Some looked bored, some looked nervous, but most looked at Stone with a blind,
