In his arms
Aimee Carter had just announced her return in the bluntest way possible, and Brax couldn't help but be impressed.
The dagger he had given her for her sweet sixteenth aimed straight and true at the prospect's throat, her classic evade and attack move was swift and lethal, just like he'd taught her, and once released the boy had wasted no time heading to Wild Bill's office.
The sound of the president's angry roar disrupted the club's easygoing vibe, and his thundering footsteps sounded ominous as they neared the bar.
Braxton readied himself as the door separating the club bar from the business quarters flew open, the hinges screaming in protest as the huge man barrelled through,