Jett
I knew I was acting like a sulking teenager and I didn’t care. I had never once asked my club, my brothers or Diablo for anything and yet they had taken it upon themselves to kick me mate out of the protection of our club house.
No discussion. No questions.
Just a get out.
Diablo’s face was murderous as he stared at me across the table but let him stare. Let him stare. I wasn’t about to roll over and show him my belly like some punk ass wolf.
I grinned at him, showing teeth and it was more of a snarl than a smile. If he thought he could intimidate me he had another thing going.
“Cut it the f**k out Jett.” Bat settles himself down in the chair next to me. His booted foot tapping anxiously on the worn wood floor.
“Is she ok?”
“She’s fine, Sarah’s hungover to all hell after la
