2 days later
If there’s one thing the Grinning Skulls MC knows how to do, it’s throw a party.
The massive island counter in the kitchen has been converted into a full-scale bar, loaded with endless bottles of bourbon, tequila, cases of craft beer, champagne, and ice buckets packed to the brim.
The penthouse is packed.
Dad’s standing near the fireplace in his leather vest, an arm slung lazily around a stunning brunette, laughing loudly as Bishop recounts some ridiculous story.
Half a dozen brothers and their wives, or girlfriends, or women-just-for-tonight are gathered around, drinks in hand, music blaring, and the air thick with energy, laughter, and the sharp scent of expensive cologne and the delicious catering on the dining room table.
Locke moves through the crowd like a king n
