Wren
I frown. “Is everything okay?”
“Smitties MC,” he sighs. “They’re so f*****g pissed. And their president will be arriving.”
“I thought Reggie was the president?” My voice manages to stay calm despite the absolute terror I feel.
What does this mean? For me, for Ray, for Ezra?
We’re definitely getting f****d.
Ezra scoffs. “Reggie is too weak and power-hungry to be the president. All he has is bark and no bite.”
I raise a brow. “Tell that to the wound on my arm. I bet it’s his bark that shot me.”
He snorts. “That’s not how I meant it.”
“It’s fine. What are we going to do? Do you know who their president is?”
“Yes. Well, not exactly. But she’s a woman.”
“A woman!!!”
“Yes. Word has it she’s ruthless, merciless. Not one to be toyed with.”
My frown deepens. “All this hassle for T
