Chapter 45

Mason POV

I slide the magazine into my gun, watching King pull up beside me on his bike. A second later, Falcon and Elliot arrive, popping open the trunk. The spy is bound with rope, blood seeping from a nasty cut on his forehead.

The Iron Serpents have been quiet for a while, but now they’re sending spies to infiltrate the clubhouse. This traitor is their latest attempt.

“Let’s get this shit over with. I have plans tonight,” King says, his voice as cold as the night air.

I want to ask about Alyssa, but I keep my mouth shut. I’ll just check on her tomorrow.

I went home the other night, partly because the chair was wrecking my back, but mostly because the jealousy I’ve been feeling is turning into an ugly, green monster. I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I’ve buried myself in extra work to distract myself, which Gray has been happy to provide. The distraction helps, at least a little. But it doesn’t change the fact that Alyssa’s return has done some