Page 65 of Twister's Salvation

The club needed to be focused on who was doing this, not just standing by watching me.I felt bad taking away from them.

He stopped me with a kiss.Just a soft one that was warm and steady.

When he pulled back, I let the words die in my throat.

I just nodded.

Because I trusted him.

And maybe that was the scariest part of all.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Twister

I hadn’t even made it back to the clubhouse before I was dialing Swift.

“Call church.Now.”

“You got it,” he said without asking why.

He knew my tone.

Ten minutes later, the heavy wooden church door clicked shut behind me.The table was already surrounded—Swift, Wheels, Hodge, Podge, Magnum, Rev, and Gramps.Method was staying with Tempi.Cord and Plug were holding down the watch outside.Sully and Chewy were missing.

I walked straight to the head of the table and slapped the note down dead center.

“Read it.”

Wheels grabbed it first and scanned the scrawl.“‘They’re watching the club.You’re safer without them.’”He looked up.“Where’d this come from?”

“Tempi found it this morning,” I said, my voice low and lethal.“Left on the bar under a napkin.”

That note hadn’t just pissed me off—it rattled something deep.Someone had gotten close enough to Tempi to leave that message right under her nose, and we didn’t see it.That wasn’t just a threat.

That was a warning shot.

The room went silent.

“Motherfucker,” Hodge muttered, jaw tight.

“Exactly.”

Swift leaned forward and rubbed his jaw.“We’ve already had two bricks through our window, and now a veiled threat aimed at your woman.”

Podge slammed a fist on the table.“We need to hit back.Hard.”

“No.”I snapped my gaze to him.“We need to be smarter than that.”

Eyes turned to me, waiting.

“This ain’t some street-level beef.It’s calculated.Quiet.Wheels, what did you find out about any of the three names?”

Wheels straightened in his chair.“That old political family—Calhoun.Ezra Calhoun, specifically.Used to be a councilman in Madison.Retired a few years back, but his money?Still moving.Foundations.Shell companies.Quiet donations to dead businesses.Ledger-type shit.”

Magnum let out a low curse.“You think he’s behind The Ledger?”

“I don’t know,” Wheels said, “but he’s in the mix.Every time I dig deeper, his name pops up in the shadow of something dirty.”