Thirty men throw back the shots of SangSom in unison, slamming the empty glass bottoms down onto the teak table with a thundering c***k.
Riff smacks his lips, letting out a satisfied grunt. “Damn, that hits smooth. Hey, kid!” he calls out to the waiter. “Bring three more bottles of this SangSom over here… this stuff is both lethal and delicious.”
“My favorite combination,” Tucker says, winking at me. “In booze and women.”
The server nods rapidly, rushing back to the bar to grab more bottles as the club roars in approval.
Mayhem leans across the table, grinning like an absolute lunatic as he slaps Locke’s shoulder. “Took you long enough to announce it, brother. I swear I was gonna pop a vein keeping my mouth shut.”
“Congratulations, little sister,” Bear says softly. “Congratulations, L
