Jax’s POV
The sun was going down over the desert. Orange and red painted the sky. I sat on the porch I built myself, a wooden deck attached to the back of the clubhouse. It was my spot. Quiet. Private. Good for meetings.
Eli sat across from me. He took a long pull from his whiskey glass. The Ghost Riders leader looked comfortable in the old leather chair. His men, Shotgun Sam and Two-Gun Tony, stood by the railing, watching the desert like hawks.
"Good whiskey," Eli said. He held up the glass. "You got taste, Jax."
"Only the best for my allies," I said. I poured him another. "You saved my skin more than once. I don't forget that."
Eli nodded. "That's why I came. When you called about Viper, I listened."
"Viper's back," I said. My voice was hard. "He took my money. My guns. He made me
