"What's up, brother?" We were all gathered in Logan's kitchen because he'd called and said we needed a sit-down. Usually, that meant serious business. I was in a hurry to get back to my woman because she'd been acting kind of frisky before the phone rang. And that teasing whisper in my ear just before the phone rang had given me ideas.
I'd almost brushed Logan off, but that was something none of us had ever done. Our code was such that when one sent out an S.O.S, we all answered no matter what. We'd learned in our time together to put each other first, to always have each other's backs.
That's how we'd made it through some of the toughest runs in our careers. That kind of trust was not to be tampered with. I'm pretty sure we'd all be old and grey and still living by that code. But the l
