Gray's voice slices through the tension as Bones and I have a stare-off. "What do you want?"
Bones leans back in his chair, that smug smirk never leaving his face. "Me? You're the one who asked for this meeting."
"Your spy said you were after our client list. Why?"
Bones shrugs nonchalantly. "Like I said, it's important to get to know my neighbors. I believe MoonShadow Creek can be big enough for both of our clubs to thrive."
Bullshit. There's no doubt in my mind that his goal is to get rid of us. They're called the Iron Serpents for a reason. They're just a bunch of goddamn snakes slithering around in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
But the saying, 'keep your friends close, and your enemies closer,' does ring true. If there's a way to play nice with these motherf
