Clutch
“We gonna have an issue right here in the Sanctuary, Wolf?” I asked. His eyes darted to me, and he huffed before returning to his seat. I sat as well, happy that I didn’t have to punch Wolf in the face. He could be a prick, but I liked the guy. He was loyal to the club and never personally gave me too much s**t. He was old school, though, and I couldn’t imagine him doing an honest day’s work, no matter what Minus had planned.
“Let’s get something clear right outta the gate,” Minus said, his tone shifting. “The club’s rules still apply. I’m the club’s president and I will enforce them. If you wear a Burning Saints’ patch, you are in this club for life.” He looked around the room. “But, if you want out, feel free to leave right now,” he said pointing at the door, before adding, “But
