Lily
Booker, the Dogs’ club VP, and Mack, Club Secretary, had guns steadied on the other three. Hatch was rifling through pockets, “accidentally” slamming heads against the floor.
“Watch the hardwoods,” Dad warned. “The old lady’s gonna raise hell if she has to clean blood off these floors tomorrow.” Dad looked my way and gave me a once-over. “Head on back.”
“I’ll walk ’em back,” Ace said.
Dad gave a chin lift, and we headed out.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Club business,” Ace clipped.
“That bled over onto us,” Maverick pointed out.
“Wrong place, wrong time.”
“Dad, they broke into Lily’s house. What if she’d been alone?” Maverick snapped.
“Your choice not to be part of the club, bud. I respect that choice,” Ace said, “But it also means you have to respect that you don’t get info
