Fin nervously waited for Gus to arrive. His conversation with their parents weighed heavily on his mind. He had revealed far more than he intended, but it should be fine. Right? Fin was certain his brother wouldn’t share the same feelings, however.
His door opened at ten o’clock, allowing Gus and Caine to enter. Fin still wasn’t sure what to call him. He introduced himself as Mad Dog, but Gus called him Caine. Were both names interchangeable? Did he prefer one over the other? Fin still wasn’t sure why the younger biker was even there, and what did he do with Gus’s childhood trophies? Surely, he didn’t actually throw them away.
Caine grinned, plopping himself onto the sofa and pulled out a copy of Better Homes and Gardens from under his arm. He tossed the other magazines onto the coffee
