Rave wasn't happy and it showed. He'd gone into his old neighborhood again because Christian, the new leader of the Bloodbaths, had sent someone to collect Rave when he hadn't been answering his phone. The phone he had thrown against the wall.
"What is it, Christian?" Rave growled as he stormed into Christian's house. It reeked of booze and drugs. Christian had always been a big believer in testing the product before shipping it out.
"Whoa, brother," Christian laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
Christian and Rave had joined the Bloodbaths around the same time, when they were both fresh out of middle school. They'd been best friends up until Rave became the leader when they were twenty. Christian wasn't the only one that was pissed off.
Even though Rave had been a Bloodbat
