I WASN’T SURE what to expect when we pulled up to the gate leading to the Gold Vipers’ clubhouse. It was located in the warehouse district and in a building that looked more abandoned than anything, especially with the boarded-up windows. If it hadn’t been for the parking lot full of cars and trucks, I’d have never guessed anything was going on.
“That was Zeke,” Jordan said, waving to the red-haired guy opening the gate for us. “He’s one of the new Prospects. Nice guy. You’ll meet him soon, I’m sure.”
“What’s a Prospect?”
“Someone the club is considering to patch and make a member.”
“Makes sense,” I replied as we drove forward. “Damn, there are a lot of people here.”
“Yeah. Well, this party isn’t the norm. The Old Ladies have been invited along other family members. They all want to m
