Traitor (Iron Vultures MC #1)

Bones

I stand at the massive table in the meeting room, trying, and failing, to focus on the fucking documents the Romanos sent over. My mind is a wreck. The pain is a lingering, dull ache, spreading through my body like a disease that refuses to let go. Every muscle screams, every joint protests, every bruise throbs like a heartbeat. This is gonna be a long-ass recovery period. No pun intended.

It's been a few hours since the shitshow in our backyard. The brothers are still recovering, licking their wounds. I ordered them to get tested as soon as possible. I don't give a fuck that the women wiped down the paddles. How well can you really clean between those spikes? We might have lost our favorite bikes, but most of us had spares. That doesn't matter, though. None of it does. Not when she's still looking at me like she wants to set me on fire.

There’s a knock at the door and Pops strolls in.