My throat is tight and suddenly my mouth has gone completely dry. Of course he is the leader. It's just my f*****g luck.
"You are... the leader of the Black Wolves?" I gulp.
"If we are getting technical, I'm the heir to the Black Wolves but that's close enough, seeing as it will be mine soon enough." The wicked smile on his face makes me feel uneasy but surprisingly doesn't scare me. Instead it sends a fire coursing through my bones and I feel heat rising in my cheeks. Still holding the blade to his stomach I take a step closer, making sure not to move the blade. "Leader, heir or goddamn lackey, it doesn't make a difference. I still don't know what file you want. And I have my own problems to deal with."
His eyebrows pull together in thought for a moment. "Let's make a deal, you brin
