Later that night, Scars glanced around the bar, gauging the mood. So far, so good: the place was packed, the alcohol was flowing, his brothers were pairing off and heading for the back rooms which were exclusively for members of The Road Devils. He saw Jinx head down the hall with the redhead who had a real thing for Wolf – Alyssa, was it? – but since Wolf wasn’t around, she’d make do, he guessed.
“Another?” Cole set down the beer in front of his VP even as he asked the question.
“Nah.” Scars shook his head. “Better not.”
“You’re not on duty tonight, are you?”
“Nope. But I’m not really in the mood to drink. Just bring me a Coke.”
Cole shrugged, snagged the beer for himself. “Alright, man.”
Scars turned to survey the massive room again. He found himself watching a group of women on t
