CHAPTER 7
“Oh gods I can’t do this,” Marion muttered, pushing up his black rimmed glasses, then adjusting his electric-blue blinking bow tie and matching suspenders.
“The place is packed. What was I thinking when I agreed to this s**t?” Trace rhetorically asked, running his hands over his bright red corset-front mini dress.
Deja peaked out the curtains. He could see his brothers as well as Rob, Asbuth, and Benji sitting at the front table he had made sure was reserved for them. Deja knew he would be nervous, this was opening night. However, he knew that as long as his family was right there, he would be alright… at least he hoped so. What surprised him was to see the entire clutch, as well as all of Wade’s men also in the audience… well all but Shadow. Deja felt sadness, but not surpris
