The upscale dining room of Saffron and Silk smells of toasted garlic, lemongrass, crushed peanuts, sizzling seafood, and rich coconut curries.
Under normal circumstances, this place is filled with quiet murmurs, hushed clinking of fine wine glasses, and ambient music playing softly over concealed speakers.
Tonight, it belongs entirely to the Grinning Skulls MC.
Thirty heavy, leather-clad men occupy both sides of the enormous single table. The contrast between them is staggering.
Hovering near the kitchen doors is a cluster of waitstaff who look entirely, irrevocably shell-shocked.
A young server holding a tray of water glasses looks as though she’s contemplating her life choices, her eyes wide as she watches Brick use a cloth napkin to polish his knuckle dusters before setting them b
