DamonHis dark hair wasn’t so long, but it was still just long enough that it curled up over the tips of his ears. He’d have to do something about that. There was no reason for his thoughts to be on his hair right now – who the f**k cared about that anyway? It didn’t have t**s or an engine – when he could just be pummeling the dude in front of him. He was trying to keep it out of his face, though, while still keeping his fists raised. He didn’t want to hit this guy anyway. Well, that was a total f*****g lie. He wanted to pound this guy’s face into the dirt, but he didn’t want to hit the guy first.
If he didn’t have honor, what kind of club leader was he?
The i***t twisted his mouth, breathing hard and staring at him over the table standing upturned between them. Damon Saylor was used to d
