Bear“What the f**k is wrong with you, Bear? You look like s**t. That little piece give you a run for your money?”
“What?” I ask, my mind somewhere far away from the Wilderkind meeting room. I process Jake’s words slowly until it dawns on me what he’s trying to say. After a second, I growl back, “No. It was fine. I’m f*****g exhausted and still beat up as hell from the fight. Can a guy recover?”
“No,” he responds, slapping my back with a loud crack. “You’ve got no time off this week, Bear. With the Filth and Butcher circling, I need you on watch at the neutral territory. I don’t want to hear any s**t about them trying to poach any more territory back from us.”
“That’s grunt work. I ain’t doing that. Make one of the initiates do it.” I go back to sipping my whiskey. No one, not even Vance
