CONNOR'S POV
Wesley and Ricky were dead. So was my interest in the Brotherhood and what we worked for. After the great showdown that had caused me to lose my partners turned brothers, I had stormed Bostwick's office the next day.
The bulky man who always looked like he was going to rip his clothes with his body sat on his sofa, naked women sprawled all over him.
"I'm quitting," I'd said, hands dug in my pocket.
"Keith," Bostwick had called and my jaws clenched at the name. "Alright, ladies. Can I have a word with this gentleman while you all wait for me at the bar?"
The women grumbled in protest but I could care less. I was here to discuss a very important matter, they could go to hell.
"So, what were you saying? Have a seat."
"I'm not here to chat, Bostwick. I'm here to tell yo
