Haven’s POV
The night party with the ladies was all fun. I had drinks, alcohol, until one of them took the bottle from me and dropped it at her side. “I don't get drunk if that's what you're scared of.”
“Still, you're a woman and shouldn't be taking alcohol in such a quantity. How can you empty a bottle alone?” she snapped and shook her head. “You eat some sandwich.”
I looked at the sandwich, and it looked delicious, so I grabbed one for myself. Biting on it, I hummed, narrowing my eyes and savouring the taste that lingered down my throat.
“We await you being the Prez’s ol’ lady soon. After that, you're getting a tattoo for the club.”
“What do you mean?” I asked the lady who brought that up, and she smiled.
“Either the club name, the logo, the Prez’s name or his face. One of them, o
