As soon as the door closed, I turned to Talon, my hands trembling at my sides. “What happened?” He sighed, running a hand over his face before meeting my gaze. “It’s nothing to worry about,” he said, though his tone didn’t convince me. “Just some club business that got a little messy.” “Messy how?” I pressed, my chest tightening. He hesitated, his jaw working as if he were weighing his words. “There was a situation with one of our suppliers,” he said finally. “Someone tried to pull some shady shit, and we had to handle it.” “Handle it how?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes darkened, and for a moment, he looked like the man I’d run into on Jake’s porch two years ago — hard, dangerous, u
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