"Well, well, well, look at what we have got right here," Viper sneered out loud, his face twisting into a mean smile. The jagged, ugly scar running across his throat made his deep voice sound incredibly raspy, rough, and hateful. "It is the President’s precious little civilian distraction. Do you see exactly what your presence in this house is costing our club brothers, girl?"
I felt a sharp wave of fear hit my chest, but I forced my legs to stay frozen to the floor. I lifted my chin high in the air, refusing to shrink away from his mean stare or look weak in front of them. "I did not cause this shooting to happen, Viper," I said, keeping my voice as steady as possible. "I have nothing to do with your rival gangs."
"Didn't you?" Tank stepped a full foot closer to me, his massive, towerin
