Wolf hung up his phone, then took off across the bar and up the stairs without a word to anyone.
Scars and Cole exchanged glances; while this wasn’t particularly unusual behavior on Wolf’s part, it wasn’t reassuring. Scars got to his feet and followed his President. By the time he got to the second floor, Holt was alone in the hallway looking puzzled, and Scars could hear Wolf’s raised voice. He shrugged at Holt, continued down the hall to Iris’ room, shut the door, leaned against the wall and listened. Whatever the hell was happening now, he’d pick it up soon enough: Wolf was nothing if not direct.
“Listen up, girl,” Wolf was saying to a cowering Iris. “Last chance now and no fuckin’ around… who the f**k are you?”
“I’m – I’m nobody,” she stammered. “Just Iris.”
“‘Just Iris’ nothin’.
