Chapter 8

Baxter's pov

As I headed towards the bar, I was so upset that I could not concentrate. Monica's departure from the trinity pack has made me restless, which I could not imagine.

I would not care if I treated her right or wrong; she is my property, and I would bring her back very soon.

As I walked through the streets, I sighted my usual bar and walked straight into it. It was all full of drunken wolves and outcasts, but that is what we are.

"Look at them, useless set of cunts," I said to myself.

I glanced at the bar; it was full of drinks and strong alcohol. I went over there and sat down on a stool. I placed my hand on my head, and it was hot.

"Oh my goodness, am I sick or something?"

"Waitress, come over here," I called out.

The waitress stood in front of me; she was a very beautiful lady with a very nice body structure. Normally, there were loads of very seductive and hot women out here. And I would always want to admire them every day.

The woman stood in front of me, looking drunk.