Kael
The sleep didn't help. The talk with Viper didn't help. Nothing helped.
My sister was in a penthouse with a man who wanted her dead and I was sitting here, ordered to stand down like a prospect.
The rage was eating me from the inside out. I needed to break something. I needed to bleed. Or I needed to f**k until I couldn't remember my own name.
I stormed out of the main bar, ignoring the few brothers still hanging around, and headed toward the back hallway where the private rooms were.
The bass from the speakers vibrated through me. I shoved open the door to the VIP lounge. It was a dark space usually saved for big-money card games or private dances.
It was empty, mostly. Except for someone in the corner. The lights were dim, just a red neon sign buzzing on the wall, but it was
