DRAVEN
I don't even know where to start.
I'm standing in the middle of the club's mansion, soaked in a shower I took twenty minutes ago that still didn't fully kill the smell, wearing a shirt that belonged to a woman I met an hour ago, staring at the circle of men I would have taken a bullet for — and I genuinely cannot recognize a single one of them right now.
Pig blood…Stones and a f.ucking net.
We use that for criminals. And these idiots looked at two girls on a labor site and thought, yeah, that tracks.
I looked at Varek first because Varek should have known better than all of them.
"What the actual f**k was that supposed to mean?"
He pressed his lips together. "Look, Prez, I hear you, but there's no version of this explanation that's going to land the way you want it to. You w
