“Hey guys,” Wolf said. “You’re on speaker.”
“Hey,” the twins chorused in unison. “How you doing, Wolf?”
“Good. Everythin’ is good over here. Ice?”
“Yeah.”
Wolf, Scars and Viking exchanged grins; from just that one word, they could feel Ice’s irritation coming through, loud and clear. The man was an excellent Enforcer, an amazing club general – but he had zero patience for things like chatting and joking. Which meant that after a week, he’d have had just about enough of Dux and Drake, who were just as brutal and lethal as Ice when required, but whose default setting off-duty seemed to be permanently lighthearted. It was a stark contrast to Ice’s permanent setting: cold, implacable, silent, menacing. The man was a human iceberg and icebergs didn’t smile; they totalled unsinkable luxury s
