*Aaron’s POV*

The moment the words left Blake’s mouth, a cold chill coiled around my spine. "She quit the club," Blake's voice was a low growl over the phone, I felt it urgent and laced with an undercurrent of anger. I knew Blake didn’t like the club, but he saw its use and remained inside for long because of it.

"Tail her," I snapped back without a second's hesitation. "Roanne's in the crosshairs now."

I could almost hear the nod on the other end, ...