Safe to say he wasn’t a prospect or a resident of this town anymore.
Hansen looked at me. “Is he whole?”
I thought of the man in the basement, tied up, beaten, bleeding. “Save a few fingernails and teeth, yeah.”
Hansen nodded once. “We’ll get enough collateral to make sure he keeps his mouth shut about his stay with us.” He looked around the room. “We got anything else pressing?”
“Got a weapons run in a week,” Colby said.
The rest of the table began speaking of other things, both legitimate and not. Club was diverse in times like these. Money was better than ever, and no one had been locked up in years.
Things were going well for the Sons of Templar.
But my mind was not on that shit.
My mind was on Kate.
And how the fuck I was gonna keep her and survive, knowing her piece of shit husband still walked the earth.