Chapter 97
- So, as you might’ve noticed, I rarely participate in the parties my brothers throw—here I join in.” “Why?” She knew Ryder wasn’t close to the others, but she’d assumed he wasn’t close to anyone.
- “‘Cause they don’t give a fuck like me, I guess.” He nodded to a big guy sitting at the end of the hall. He was bald, and he had a nasty scar running down his face.
- “Godson,” the man grumbled, holding out his hand.