Chapter Four
The motorcycle ride to the club was a blur. In fact, anything since Gray had picked up Rick’s call had felt like a blur. At one point, he had been kissing Kristie and in the next second, he was rushing toward the bar, to see the damage that the Infernos had done.
“Gray, they set off a bomb underneath the manager’s office. Almost exactly like we had discussed. We need you here.”
The rest of the words were unspoken – that someone in the g**g may have spilled their idea to Armand and the Infernos and that the bomb went off during business hours. Innocent people were inside.
Gray had barely said anything to Kristie before he left her behind. Part of him felt bad. She had clearly been hoping to spice up their boring s*x by wearing that b*a and panty set. And it had worked. Gray
