hne

s for me, I finished four hours ahead of schedule. When I slapped the five-star signed dis

stepped into the hallway, nearly collid

iant wore a worn leather vest bearing the gold-toothed wolf medal of an Original-

ed down the hall. "I booked a private room at the Anvil Steakho

r jacket and hooked an arm over the back of a nearby chair. "Perfect timing,

d VIP booth at the Anvil Steakhouse, surrounded by

on his cut, the road name Havoc-the club title earned in blood that replaced a

beside me on the leather bench, carefully slicing a medium-rare ribeye in

you." Emmanuel flashed a reckless gri

hair across the tile with a grat

play busboy for a scentless temp?" Dar

real talent, and I owe my life to people who know how to fix an engin

o

The red wine in the glasses rippled, and the wooden wall panels groa

against the floor, his elder authority cutting through the tension. He turned his sharp, agi

ss shim fixed it." I speared a piece of steak an

ow a desert orphan knows how to tune a custom two-thousand-cc race engin

t Church and kick me out." I raised an eyebrow, meeting his dark stare. "

g, choking on his beer, while Darrell's knuckles turned whit

California sat untouched in frozen silence. When dinner ended, Boone's bodyguards escorted the old

he coastal highway." Emmanuel held

isor, a scarred, calloused hand sho

Property Patch, Hurley." Darrell's voice rumbled with an Alpha's warning. "Club law says any patche

clenching at his sides, but he cou

hand around my wrist and dragged me

is misfiring." I twisted my arm, my other han

is custom chopper, caging me in with both arms. The scen

ing against mine. "I don't care what game you're running. For the next