“What the f**k did you do?” Vance roars as I enter the clubhouse. I should be surprised at how fast word travels. It was only a twenty-minute ride from the clinic back here, but every eye is turned on me like they’re in the know.
“Clear the room!” he shouts to the group of guys playing cards at one of the round folding tables. “Get the hell out of here and get back to work!”
The men slowly stumble out one-by-one. Each gives me the side eye glare. I don’t think any of them really know what to make of me agreeing to knife fight Cobra over a Filth and Butcher chick. I can’t say I blame them or Vance for being pissed.
When the room is empty, Vance kicks one of the metal folding chairs over towards me and orders, “Sit the f**k down.”
I lift my hands defensively in the air as I take a seat u
