Chapter Twelve
The meeting took place on the next night at the Devil’s Advocates warehouse. Gray sat on the hood of one of the cars, casting a glance around the warehouse. The rest of the group streamed in... except for Armand.
Gray had never mentioned anything about hurting Gale’s child. The fact that Kristie believed it meant that Armand had told her and had supplied some sort of bullshit evidence. But Kristie was ignoring all his calls and not texting him back which meant that she truly believed it.
Gray wanted to find Armand and beat him within an inch of his life. But Armand had seemingly fallen off the map as well. How did things get so f****d up in one fell swoop? The mere thought of Armand made Gray’s blood boil. Kristie didn’t want any more violence but there was no way Gray co
