Chapter 76 The Bull's Agenda

• Reed
• I didn’t bother knocking. The Bull’s men barely had time to register who I was before I shoved past them, my blood running too hot to give a damn about formalities. He was waiting for me, sitting in a leather chair like he didn’t have a care in the world, a glass of whiskey in his hand, and that goddamn smirk pulling at his mouth.
• "Reed," he drawled, swirling the amber liquid. "Didn’t expect you so soon. Though I suppose I should have."