VAL’S POV
The heavy iron shutter rattled violently, and before I could even grab my torque wrench, the door was shoved up.
A sea of black leather vests spilled straight into my garage shop.
Rex, Nico, Leo, Mason, Cole, and Toby piled in like a walking wall of muscle, arguing loudly over each other.
"I'm telling you, it makes no sense!" Nico was saying, gesturing wildly.
Rex stepped into the center of the shop, crossing his heavy arms over his chest. His sharp eyes scanned the garage floor, landing on the scattered sockets, the oil spill, and then bouncing between me and Jax.
Rex rubbed his chin, his brow furrowing deeply. "I did notice something was off yesterday, but I never thought about it... and now that I think about it..." He trailed off, staring dead at me.
My heart instantly
