Cracker’s POV
“Knives?” I questioned after he’d just been standing there awkwardly for a couple of seconds. Church was out, the TV was on again, but as if sensing the tension in the corner, people made a huge effort to avoid us. I think the whole club knew that s**t was going down and if said s**t hit the fan…
Well, let’s just say that I already pitted him, seeing that I was Steel’s old lady…
“So…!” he breathed out after a couple of seconds, fumbling with a piece of paper in his hands. “Erm, I’ve---erm… I-I was thinking---”
“That can’t be good,” Grace muttered under her breath, but purposefully loud enough for Knives to hear. That earned her a scowl from the heavily tattooed biker, but he didn’t say anything. I mean, besides cursing under his breath and muttering something about men b
