Wren

I frown. “Is everything okay?”

“Smitties MC,” he sighs. “They’re so fucking pissed. And their president will be arriving.”

“I thought Reggie was the president?” My voice manages to stay calm despite the absolute terror I feel.

What does this mean? For me, for Ray, for Ezra?

We’re definitely getting fucked.

Ezra scoffs. “Reggie is too weak and power-hungry to be the president. All he has is bark and no bite.”

I raise a brow. “Tell that to the wound on my ...