RyderThe hall is packed tonight, fuller than usual, every bench taken, men leaning against the walls, arms crossed, faces tight and serious. The smell of oil, sweat, and metal hangs thick in the air, mixed with the faint sting of antiseptic that still clings to me from the clinic. My side aches with every breath, the stitches pulling when I move, but I ignore it as I step forward. Pain is the least of my problems right now.I let my eyes sweep over them slowly, one face at a time. These are my men. My crew. The same ones who rode with me, bled with me, drank with me. And somewhere in this room might be the person who handed Jackal an opening on a silver platter.“Everyone who was around that night stays right where they are,” I say, my voice calm but hard. The hall quiets fast, the usual noise gone like someone flipped a switch. “No one leaves until we’re done.”Jerome stands a little to my right, arms folded, jaw set. Owen is near the front, leaning back against a table lazily.I ta
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