Michael’s POV.
Walking away from Angel has me all kinds of confused, but there is one thing for certain. I want him and Serurora.
I enter the clubhouse and go in search of Bane. He is the one to assign the jobs to the new prospects, and so I find him waiting for me with his arms folded over his broad chest with an impatient scowl on his scarred face.
“Have fun?” He asks and I straighten up but keep my face cool, calm and collected.
“You could say that. Let’s just say the message was received loud and clear. What do you need me to do?” I say and he smirks at me.
“Well, you aren’t afraid to get your hands dirty so that is a bonus. So how about this? You worked well on the bar last night, and you have proven you are handy in a fight. So, you, Michael, are coming with me.” He says, and I
