The moment we walked back into the club, all eyes were on us.
True took one look around the main floor and immediately got loud.
“WOO-WEE! It’s the warlord’s harem.”
Our asses busted up laughing.
“We said the same damn thing,” Gage got out between laughs.
“Club whores,” I informed the group. “They love biker dick.”
That earned another round of laughter.
Dad, on the other hand, was ready to get down to business.
We moved over to one of the pool tables on the main floor. Morgan pulled out a mini projector and his laptop, setting everything up before pointing the projector toward the wall.
“Prospect, turn off the damn lights,” Dad shouted.
The lights went off.
Morgan pulled up a map, starting from the Arizona border and going down to where we would be stationed.
“Alright, pay atte
