CHAPTER 21
Cain’s POV
The Underground had always been the one place where noise from upstairs couldn’t reach. Where no one else could enter except for the club members.
Club girls weren’t allowed.
Or even Mara, our cook.
It just had concrete walls, the low hum of the hanging industrial bulbs overhead, and the stale scent of oil, cigarette smoke, and metal that had permanently settled into the basement years ago.
It was where real business matters were handled, and where I was ordained as the enforcer of Harlow ride club years back.
And tonight, none of us were here for good news.
I stood at the head of the long steel table in the center of the room while the others sat around it.
Grim leaned against the wall with his arms folded, he had a neutral expression. And I guessed he was
