Nobody moved after Vincent stepped out of the black SUV because the man standing in the middle of the clubhouse yard barely resembled the untouchable mob boss I had grown up fearing.
His expensive coat hid most of the damage, but it could not hide all of it. One arm rested inside a sling.
Fresh bandages wrapped around his neck beneath the collar of his shirt. Bruises darkened one side of his face and every careful step suggested injuries far worse than the ones anyone could actually see and Crow quietly muttered beneath his breath.
"He looks like hell." Crow said and Roman never lowered his guard.
"He might still bring hell with him." Roman said.
Knox stood beside me without speaking and I could feel the tension in him before I looked his way.
Vincent slowly climbed the clubhouse ste
