Zander
I couldn't believe of all the missions the VP could assign to me, he thought it was fit for me to be a stalker.
"You are keeping an eye on him and sending a message that we are watching him," he'd argued when I tried declining. Like that made it any better. Like surveillance work was something the enforcer should be wasting time on.
But the VP had made his decision and I wasn't in a position to argue further. So here I was, parked outside a gym and watching a man named Jason who we suspected of being a rat for a rival MC.
The bastard came to this gym every Tuesday and Thursday at the same time.
It was predictable and loppy. If he was a spy, he was the worst one I'd ever seen.
I'd been sitting in my car for twenty minutes, watching him through the glass doors, when my phone bu
