CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN
“This is where you hold the pack meetings?” I gazed at the two-story building before me, taken back by the way it screamed luxury. There were several cars parked in the parking lot and three rather buff men with intimidating expressions planted on their faces manning the front entrance.
“Yes. What did you expect?”
“I don’t know. Something less luxurious. Like some old building, maybe town hall or something,” I shrugged.
“What do you think is? The sixteenth-century?” she laughed as we walked up the small steps leading to the main entrance.
The guards let us in with just a nod and when we walked inside the building, I was in for a surprise. This place was magnificent even though a ten minute-drive away out of town.
“So, how are you feeling? I mean, I know it's Roma
