24
Sage
THE CLUBHOUSE WAS in a large, rundown-looking warehouse that had boarded windows on the first floor. The Gold Vipers were obviously worried about people breaking in, because the gate had a heavy chained lock and there were cameras everywhere.
We got out of the truck and Caden re-locked the fence. Then we headed over to the front door, which had three deadbolt locks.
“Wow, talk about a fortress,” I teased. “This place is pretty secure.”
“Yeah. It has to be. We have enemies who’ll try anything to get inside.”
“I bet.”
He unlocked the door and then quickly turned off the alarm system. Then he flipped on the lights and my jaw dropped. As grungy and debilitated as the place looked on the outside, the inside was another story.
“Welcome to our lair,” he said with a sly grin.
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