*Erik POV*
That b***h and her club of freaks is in for a rude awakening. She thinks she can treat me like s**t all night, and then throw me out like trash. I’m far from trash, and she’s going to regret her actions tonight.
When I got to the car, I called Jessup. I told him to get the guys and let’s go. It was close to curfew, and I knew if I didn’t get off this property bad things were going to happen. I would either get into a fight with one of the biker dogs, or I would cash in on the bet.
While I waited for the guys, I called my uncle. He had told me for years that the majority of The Devil’s Advocates were wolves, but I thought he was lying. I had seen them around, and they looked more like thugs than wolves. They’ve hidden their identity well.
“Sam, you were right. They’re wolves
