CHAPTER 49
Cain’s POV
The engine rumbled steadily beneath me as I drove back toward Greystone. My meeting with Reaper replayed in my head over and over again, every sentence weighing heavier than the last. I’d gone to him believing there was a chance he already had a solution, or at the very least some guidance that would keep the federal agents from tightening the noose around The Pit. Instead, I’d walked away with nothing except another warning hanging over my head.
If I couldn’t deal with the FBI on my own, my position as enforcer wouldn’t be guaranteed much longer.
The words irritated me more than I cared to admit.
For two years I’d done everything expected of me. I kept the club profitable, protected our territory, settled disputes before they became wars, and made sure our oper
