Chapter Eighty-Three
Blade’s pov
The compound was a busy, loud place again. Everyone was working hard to fix the club after the big attack. People were welding metal, fixing engines, and walking around with heavy tools. I kept my head down and stayed quiet. I wanted to be like a ghost—someone you see but don't really notice. I was a man who had helped break this place, and I didn't want anyone to look too closely at me.
I thought I was being careful. I thought I had hidden my secrets well.
I was behind the garage, moving some heavy, oily tires to the trash pit, when a black car with dark windows pulled up to the side gate. It didn't belong to any of the brothers. It looked too fancy and clean for our dirty, rough yard.
The door opened, and Lena stepped out.
She looked sharp and dange
