~ROUGER~
The bar was alive tonight. Neon lights buzzed against the wooden rafters, laughter and music spilling from every corner, but underneath it all, the air carried tension. The kind that vibrated low and steady in your bones. I sat at the head of the long oak table, watching the smoke twist in the light, the glass of whiskey untouched in front of me. My men filled the room, Ryder, Colt, Nash, Tuck, and the rest of the Riders, each one loud, restless, drinking hard after a long week. But their laughter dimmed when Crow walked in.
He didn’t need to speak to get attention. The room stilled the way it always did for him, even though he hadn’t worn the President patch in a while. Old respect ran deep. Crow carried that quiet authority, the kind that didn’t fade just because you handed ov
