Chapter Twenty Six
The gang leaders started arriving slowly, with their sentinels in tow. The bulldogs filed in, their leader winking at me, as he said, “Good to see you Reya. I always knew you were special.” Chase tensed up beside me at his greeting, and I couldn’t help but bite the inside of my lip to keep me from smiling at his subtle reaction. The wildcats were next. They were a gang of shifters mostly made up of cats. Their leather jackets and motorcycle, both staple accessories when joining the gang. Shay sat back causally, monitoring everyone present. Although he looked relaxed, I knew that relaxing was the last thing on his mind. This was the first time that all three gangs had been under the same roof in an act of truce. Joining under the Red Robbins banner was an even bigger feat than I think
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