“I can’t promise you that, baby girl.” He looked regretful, but he never lied to her. “I’m sorry. I am. I won’t let loose on the fly, I swear, but I can’t promise calm when people are dyin' or hurt or dead. I won’t. If a one-percenter group or former rivals or ex-partners or whoever are pissy about somethin’ from years ago and plottin’ s**t, I’ll talk them down as best I can. I promise, I will. But if people decide they’re my club’s enemies and they attack us, if they draw our blood… no mercy, no negotiatin’, no time-wastin’. We hit ‘em back. Harder. I know that the boys are the same as they always were, under all the rule-followin’, and I’ll call those dark sides out, and I won’t feel bad about that. But I swear – I’ll only do it when there is no other choice. That’s the best I can do, Ze
