Shannon’s POV.
The energy inside the clubhouse is heavy with tension as we wait for the don, who wants us all dead, to arrive. I had just finished up a video call with Chance and he was having a wonderful time with all kids and women at Terry’s place.
Ruby is here with us, Zarah is sleeping and Dan — well, he has been placed in a room to rest. He will be leaving once all of this is over with. I will never see him again and that is fine with me.
The clubhouse still looks like Santa’s workshop, and the lights dance slowly on the tree. I walk closer and touch one of the ornaments. The one I made the year after my mom was killed. Shane made one too. I look at mine and see the pink and gold paint outside of the thin black lines. The gold and silver glitter that has become patchy and the lit
