The older guard of the club sat around the main room drinking heavy liquor, occasionally shooting dark, hateful looks across the space at me. Viper even had the nerve to look over and smirk at my pale face once.
"He will come crawling back through those gates with his tail tucked between his legs soon enough," Viper muttered out loud, making sure his voice was loud enough for me to hear every single word. "And once he fails, we will finally get ourselves a real, strong President to run this club."
I wanted to scream at his face. I wanted to rip that smug look right off his scarred skin.
Then, just after the clock struck midnight, the heavy metal gates outside slowly groaned open.
The loud, unmistakable roar of a single motorcycle engine echoed across the gravel yard. It was Stone.
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