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
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