Jax’s POV
The next day was bright. Too bright. We had Silas in the garage. He sat on a chair. His hands were tied. My men stood around him. They looked mad.
I walked in. “Talk.”
Silas looked up. He didn’t look scared. “I can explain.”
“You stole from your own club. You took the cash box. You took the route maps. Talk fast.”
“It was a plan,” Silas said. “A plan to trap Viper.”
Grizz laughed. A mean laugh. “A plan? Sounds stupid.”
“Listen,” Silas said. He leaned forward. “I know Viper wants the trade routes. Right? He wants the money. So, I take the maps. I go to him. I say, ‘Look, I stole these from Jax. I want to work for you.’ He lets me in. Then, I learn his plans. Where he is. How many men. Then I tell you. You come. We crush him.”
I stared at him. “You went alone. With no back
