Chapter 157

Nikolai POV

I stare down at Vince’s crumpled body on the floor, a bullet hole mangling his forehead.

I can’t decide whether to feel relief or dread. With Gray’s bullshit, my gut screaming suspicions, two back-to-back hits on our supplies, and his mom unexpectedly showing up, King finally lost it.

He caught Vince completely off guard, hauled him down to the basement, and when the torture got him no answers, he finished him off with a clean shot to the head.

I still don’t know if Vince was really a mole or just trouble waiting to happen, but after already taking out a handful of potential suspects earlier, King came straight to the clubhouse and handled him without a second thought.

“Gray’s gonna lose his shit when he hears about this,” I mutter, scrubbing a rough hand over my face.

I can already picture Gray’s fury—executing someone without irrefutable proof of betrayal is the last thing we should be doing. That’s not our way, but King clear