Thea’s POV.
My brothers came back. They told me what happened, and I made a face of disgust about how they found Liam Matthews. Just why? I mean, I get it, but to f**k your receptionist over the desk. Does no one have one original thought in their heads anymore? This is becoming a damn soap opera. So I decided to leave them to stew on their predicament. I had food, showered and went to bed.
I walk through the prison under the clubhouse, passing the now empty cells as I approach the steel doors at the end. I type in the code and the doors open inwards with a soft whoosh sound and I step inside.
My boots silent against the floor. I’m not wearing my skirt suit. I’m dressed for blood. All black. A turtle-necked, long-sleeved top, tucked into the waistband of my skin-tight black yoga pants.
