Twenty-Six

Kian - Current age: 26.

"You don't say much, do you?" Claw murmured.

I couldn't stomach the guy, but Jax thought it would be a good idea to let him tag along considering he'd set up the deal. Ever since Throttle retired as the President, Jaxton had been in charge. He kept himself busy at Archer's motorcycle repair shop, their family business. Jenna managed the biker café next door with a few of the old ladies. The same familiar faces still put in a show at the club from time to time, and like Claw, there were a few fresh faces that had yet to prove their worth.

We were sitting in my beloved Capri in the middle of a rainstorm like sardines in a tin can, waiting for a couple of wolf shifters to show up and purchase some firearms. Usually, we wouldn't do business with dogs, but Claw seemed to think these guys could be trusted. The windshield was fogging up on the inside, so I wound down the window a little to let in some air. Raindrops bounced off the ground like pebbles. I stared dead a