LChapter Twenty-Eight
The suffocating tension inside the concrete compound had become completely, utterly unbearable by the time the next evening rolled around. The thick air felt exactly like a stretched rubber band that was just seconds away from snapping into a million pieces. The continuous, agonizing lack of news from the road about the planned ambush on the rival club had every single person inside the heavy iron gates jumping at every little sound.
I was walking slowly back from the main stock room down the long, dim hallway, carrying a heavy cardboard case of beer bottles for the bar, when the sharp, venomous sound of Raven’s voice came echoing down the corridor. Her tone was loud, angry, and so incredibly piercing that she clearly and intentionally wanted the words to travel str
