Severin
“Do you have any idea what this is about?” I asked Atlas.
I hadn’t decided if I was taking Briar with me. It was late, and they ambushed me. They can’t just call a meeting and inform me after everyone leaves.
I’m the president here.
“They wouldn’t tell me. They know we’re too close,” Atlas replied.
Briar grabbed her coat, her face pale yet determined to go through with this. She’d been to our bars, but not the actual hangout. The Obsidian Brothers made money, but I won’t deny our clubhouse was a shithole.
The point was for it to be a secret so other clubs wouldn’t figure it out.
“Let’s just go, Severin. I’m dating the president. How bad could it be?” She smiled weakly.
“Nothing bad’s going to happen.”
“Then why do you look reluctant to take me?”
“This feels like mutin
