Ryder POV

The call comes at eleven PM while I'm reviewing territory maps with Cass.

"Boss, we have got a problem," Knox's voice crackles through the radio, tense with controlled anger. "Steel Serpents jumped two of our guys at Murphy's Bar. They beat the hell out of them."

I set down my pen carefully, feeling that familiar cold settle in my chest. "How bad?"

"Tommy's got a concussion. Jake's got three broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder." Knox pauses, and I can hear engines revving in the ...