Kiss Of An Alpha King
Houston, we did have a problem, and it was shaped like a cunt who carried an FBI badge.
“We’ll talk about this in the morning,” Conor replied. “I need to think.”
“Me too,” Finn agreed.
“This has long-term repercussions,” Brennan argued. “We need to figure out who the rats are before they reveal themselves to us.”
“Like with Ryan Hoskins, you mean?” I ground out, referring to the bastard who’d turned on us, killing a Five Pointer in the process—my ma’s favorite guard, Rogan—all to help a Famiglia goon get into Aela’s house to kill my woman and my boy.