"I can't believe you." I whisper yelled at Emma as she pushed me towards the pack boarding house behind Jack's house.
Emma merely grunts. "It's the least you can do for not talking to him for me."
"I don't really think talking to your supposed bed lover for you and asking for his intentions is exactly proper." I say in panic. I'm inside the boarding house now and it's a slightly smaller version of the main house.
Without the rich old furniture Jack's mother provides, the boarding house looks more manly and modern. Like a bachelor pad. Everything is in dark leathers and blacks.
There's an unhealthy amount of massive TVs mounted on every wall with consoles plugged into them. Several of Jack's men are sprawled around the couches munching on chips and burgers. Loud laughter fills the air a
