Chapter Fifteen
Present
Trey
We pull up to Club Toxic an hour before dawn. Frangelico approaches, wearing a tux and opera gloves. I would roll my eyes, but Sheridan is dressed to match, in a red dress that’s all poofy and spreads out in a two-foot radius, rustling as she walks. I’m gonna pull off all the frilly s**t later, see if the bodice can survive without it. Her t**s look amazing.
I clear my throat as the king approaches, flanked by two burly guys. I swallow, wondering if Grizz is working here now that it’s out he’s on their payroll. I’ll never admit how much it hurt to find out he was a traitor. My chest is tight just thinking about it. At least he’s not here now.
Frangelico snaps his fingers and his guards stop in their tracks, letting Frangelico close the distance between us
