Chapter 27
I looked across the bar to see if Echo was content with my singing. It wasn’t just because he was the president of the club. I wanted him to be happy with my performance, not because I’d been ordered to do it, but because I liked and respected him. I wouldn’t go so far as to call him a father figure, but he was the closest thing I had to it—as he had been with Noah and Killer.
Growing up, I’d thought of him as a mix of scary uncle and God Himself. What Echo said was law. What Echo ordered was done. What Echo wanted was what everyone else accepted. Those were facts as clear as addition or spelling. As I got older, I realized exactly what that meant, how far he would go to keep us safe. The men who had killed my father were dead because Echo had declared it good that they die. I
