Zade
I lean on the east side of the clubhouse building, staring at Damon’s text, viciously grinding on sugar-free gums and wishing like hell for a smoke. The last time I had a Zadetine craving this bad was three years ago right after I stopped smoking. Not even before my bloodiest battles have I been this f*****g stressed out.
He’s a Fed, Zade. Special Agent Quinn. Undercover- organized crime
Un-f*****g-believable. Sapphire was telling the truth. I knew she was, but damn, a part of me wished like hell she was lying.
Truth be told, I already suspected there was something off about that Cade fucker the moment I overheard him warning Sapphire off me. But this! How many surprises does that woman have up her sleeve?
I remember the look in her eyes when I took Pietro’s call. Damon had been
