Chapter Ninety-Five
The call to go to the chapel came less than an hour after Gideon walked out of the main clubhouse.
When Jake finally came back up the wooden stairs to our bedroom, his face was set in a dark, angry glare. It was the kind of look that made every prospect and member clear out of the hallway to avoid getting in his way. He pushed through the door, kicked it shut with the heel of his heavy boot, and began pacing back and forth across the narrow wooden floorboards like a wild animal trapped in a small iron cage.
Every single turn he took made the old floorboards groan under his weight. His hands were curled into tight fists at his sides, his broad shoulders raised high and tight against his neck.
"Stone has lost his mind," Jake growled, his voice dropping into a low, dan
