Looked like everything is going to s**t the second the President let me out of my f*****g room. Not like I didn’t enjoy being away from all of the work but seeing the light was nice.
Finding s**t on the Bensons that we could exploit was turning out to be harder than finding gold on the club’s grounds.
“You’re not gonna go talk to her?” I asked, angling my head at Buggy.
He’s been quiet ever since I got out. Probably mad at me. He’d been the one to come tell me that Wolf wanted to jump at the Quarry. The one to keep me up to date about everything. But he was sad. And miserable.
All of us were miserable when Remy was miserable.
Sure the bar was the way it always was. There was the song that was actually just noise, and all the men with the club girls hanging over them. I heard Chri
