It was dark when Travis made his way back to the clubhouse, and he wasn't in the best of moods. Being dishonest to the people that cared about him and always had his back was tiring, and it f*****g sucked. Thinking he'd gotten somewhere with Christine only to get the feeling he was never going to get anywhere also f*****g sucked.
“Liam's lookin' for you." He stopped short, not having seen Tyler on the front steps smoking a cigarette.
Travis cleared his throat and did his best to wipe the scared look off his face. “Is he inside, or do I need to go see him at home?"
Tyler kicked his long leg out in front of him, his voice deep in the dark of the night. If Travis didn't know better, it would sound threatening. “He waited on you a long time."
The Native American was a man of few words, and
