na's

nd is magnified-the clink of a glass, a nervous cough

lear, amplified by the microphone someone hands him. "Brothers.

warrior. He speaks of the turf war, the victory for the club, securing new territor

e at home," he continues, his voice taking on a sombe

and for the honor of this club,

but they are cold, devoid of the love

he club's blessing...

room. It's one thing to cheat, to have a Sweetbutt on the side. It's another to publicly cast off your Old

. In that moment, something inside me breaks. But it doe

d... to take Kaley Sim

the shadows, guided by one of Brown's loyalists. She's young, with long dark h

he pulls her to his side. A united f

because she was not an ordinary woman, but th

his is a violation of every code of

ip. He doesn't look angry, just weary. This was all pr

iles Hayes slams his heavy glas

purple with rage. "You don't trade in an Old Lady like a

greement, their faces grim. Brown has

facade cracking. He glance

almost imperceptible nod. He take

is is not what it seems. This is... an arrangement.All of this was done for the sake

y. "And Alaina... she has graciously agreed to this. Sh

r a second, I can't breathe. It feels like a

icipant in my own humiliation or a liar wh

the brothers who once called me sister, the Sweetbutts who

ilent plea and a threat

a predatory slash in her fa

lashes, a flicker of something that

all waiting for me to break, to nod, to accept my demot