Jax’s POV
The Chapel smelled like old wood and smoke. Long table in the center. Reapers patch carved into it with a knife years ago. Chairs scraped the floor as the men sat down. Eli Walker sat across from me. Clean shirt. Calm face. He didn’t ride with us, but he handled money and outside business. He was smart too, which I pretty much liked. Too smart sometimes. Grizz stood at my right. Tyler leaned back in his chair like he owned the place. Spider sat quiet, arm resting easy now. Rico rolled in last and parked near the wall.
Two other allied club reps joined. Mason from Iron Saints. Drew from Highway Lords. I looked around the table. “Let’s get to it,” I said.
Eli folded his hands. “Burke is satisfied. For now.”
“For now,” Grizz repeated.
Mason nodded. “Frank won’t let that slide.
