I nod slowly, understanding all too well. When my brother sees an opening, his instinct is always to charge forward and dominate, no matter the cost. He grew up on those same clubhouse floors that I did, watching our father command respect through unyielding strength.
To Mayhem, hesitating feels like bleeding in front of sharks.
"And Dad?" I say, tracing the tense line of Locke's shoulder. "What does he say?"
"Cobra didn't make the call today," Locke says. "The debate got so loud that he finally slammed his gavel down and cleared the room. He’s sitting in his office at the clubhouse right now, thinking it over tonight. He said he’ll give his final decision tomorrow morning, at eight a.m., at a meeting with his officers.”
“Do you have to be there?”
“No. I’m not the inner inner circle.
