CorbinMontengo led me out of the bedroom, still grinning broadly with his arm around me like drunk buddies at a football game. We can at least thank Faria Michaels for this, I thought. Montengo is in a great f*****g mood. Still, that didn’t change the fact that I was nervous as hell until we entered the main club meeting room and Montengo took his arm off of me. I had seen him break a man’s neck with that very arm. Twice.
Montengo gestured me to sit down, then ordered one of the passing, low-ranking club members to get the pair of us some coffee. The guy immediately jumped to it. One did not disobey Montengo’s direct orders, especially when it came to luxuries. Once, Montengo had even broken a tooth of a guy who’d been stupid enough to buy him the wrong brand of vodka. Nobody ever made th
