King

"Just how pussy-whipped has she got you?" Gray growls, glaring at me from across his desk. He angrily chews a piece of licorice, his new addiction of choice. "You know the clubhouse is the safest place for them."

My jaw tenses. I don't like being questioned, but this is his little sister we're talking about. She's my responsibility, but she's also his blood. When I informed him that I was taking Alyssa and Zuri home last night, he was cranky as shit about it.

God, I ...