Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul
“What exactly changes?”
Axel nodded once, clearly expecting the question. “We divide responsibilities properly,” he explained. “Security, finances, supply management, external contacts, property maintenance, outreach. Everything gets assigned instead of dumped into one pile.”
“And who decides those assignments?” Dean asked.
“I do,” Axel said.
The room shifted slightly at that, not aggressively, just cautiously.
Dean looked toward Ruin. “And you are fine with that?”
Every eye in the room followed his gaze.
Ruin straightened slowly from where he leaned against the wall. “Yes,” he said.