I wish I could just forget about her...
"Feral!"
I looked up at the sound of my name. Cutter was standing in the doorway of the barroom. I was sitting at the bar as one of our new prospects poured me glass after glass without being told. He's probably my favorite prospect so far. Nash is cool too, but I like Ty better. He's quiet, observant, and I never have to ask for a refill.
"War wants us in his office, now," Cutter stated before turning around.
I sighed before tossing my drink back and getting up. War, Cutter, Whip, and Savage were there. I gave them all a look before shutting the door and taking the only seat available. Which was on the couch beside Savage.
"What's going on Prez?" Whip asked.
"Need to tell you all something that I want kept quiet."
"This about the Wild Devils
