“The more time you spend contemplating what you should have done…you lose valuable time planning what you can and will do.” – Lil Wayne
Noah's pov
I hopped out, slamming the door close. Vicar threw his helmet to the side. We stood outside of a large building, its name ‘BLOOD INK’ glowed in red neon lights, casting an eerie light on the streets below.
Not what I'd expect from a club. It looks more like a murder house.
I looked at Vicar once I got closer to him. He squared his shoulders, his aura had completely morphed into something entirely. The moon is out tonight. This won't end well.
“Vicar, what's the plan?”
For the first time, I saw a smirk splay out on his lips, we'd only hung out for a day and I knew his emotions were close to non-existent. His smirk plus the deadly aura surr
