Forty minutes later, Scars opened the door to Ice and Cain. More grim looks in the doorway were exchanged all around, then the former Enforcers came in carrying large black bags that Scars hadn’t seen in years. Despite that, he knew damn good and well what the boys had in them – he’d seen them on clean-up duty many times, after all.
“How’s Jo?” Ice said without preamble. “How bad is the bedroom?”
“The answer to both questions is ‘pretty goddamn bad’.”
“Where is she?”
“Viking and Silver took her to Zack. Viking said that her eye isn’t focusing right, so he’s worried about a head injury of some kind.”
“The fucker beat her up?”
“Her head and face got the worst of it.” Scars sighed; this was going to be a long f*****g night. He reminded himself to call Zoe in the next few minutes and fi
