Page 90 of Finn's Future

I’d do it again. Every damn time.

But owing the mafia? Shit, I’d really dropped the club in it.

"What’s the price?" I asked.

Spider gave a humourless laugh. "That’s the fun part. They didn’t say yet."

Perfect.

Reaper straightened slightly. "Luca says he’ll call when he needs something."

"That could mean anything," I muttered.

"Exactly," Keno replied.

“So, we just sit around and wait for him to call in his favour?” I asked.

Keno snorted. "Pretty much."

A few of the brothers laughed quietly. Not nervous. Not scared. Just accepting reality for what it was.

That was club life—one problem ended and another started.

I leaned forward, forearms braced on the table. "I’m serious," I said, turning towards Reaper. "You put the club in debt for me."

"For family," Reaper corrected immediately.

Riot nodded once beside him. "You protected Kate and Noah. End of discussion."

"That arsehole was hurting them," Spider muttered darkly. "You think any of us would've stopped after one punch?"

A few brothers grunted in agreement.

Because they all knew.

Reaper had painted the clubhouse in blood for Lucy before. None of us were good men, and we never claimed to be. But we protected our own. Every damn time.

I scanned around the table slowly. "Still," I said roughly, "you didn’t have to do this."

Reaper’s attention settled on mine.

"Yeah," he said, "we did."

Spider leaned back in his chair.

"Nobody leaves a brother drowning alone," he said.

"Especially not for protecting family," Riot added calmly.

I swallowed once before speaking again. "I appreciate it," I said. "All of it."

Keno pointed a finger at me immediately. "Don’t get emotional now."

A rough laugh broke around the room. Even Reaper’s mouth twitched slightly.

"You’re home," he said simply. "That’s what matters."

Reaper finally pushed away from the table.