"Enrico called, said the Ghosts got our message. They sent a message back. They say the death of Buffalo makes us even."
It took Jared a moment to re-adjust his thinking, away from his curvy black-haired neighbour to his boss. Vincent, the guy Jared would happily follow into death. The guy who had his back no matter what. They'd grown up together, part of a local biker club, the Ghosts.
The club that had betrayed them in a drug hand-off gone wrong and nearly gotten them both killed. In retaliation, Jared and Vince had taken out a good portion of the club. They'd been at war ever since, for well over a decade now.
Jared snorted. "There's no such thing as even for those guys."
Vince's eyes glowed with an unholy light. "You don't want to stop our vendetta?"
For some reason, Jared's thou
