Davis
I pulled up to the Lords of Chaos compound and stopped at the gate. A man in his early twenties stepped forward, his cut said prospect and I nodded to him.
“Hi, I’m here to see Savage and Rage. I’m Davis.”
He nodded and pulled out his phone. He sent a text and a minute later he opened the gate. He pointed me towards the clubhouse.
I drove up to it and parked. As I got out, Rage and Savage stepped out, smiles on their faces.
“Hey man,” Rage said.
“Hhhey,” I frowned. I haven’t stuttered in over a month. It was telling how stressed I was. I think I was hiding it well from Isha and the guys, but I wasn’t sure.
“What’s up?” Savage asked.
“Anywhere we can sit and talk. The guys don’t know I’m here.”
“Yeah, follow us,” Rage said.
We walked into their clubhouse. There w
