Chapter 13
Oh my wolf.
I sat at the dinning table with Titus at the head of the table, Bane opposite him and the whole of the Golden Team in the middle of it all.
By the look on everyone's face this is the first time Titus Cohen ever shared a meal with them.
Marco was visibly uncomfortable but was currently distracted with the marvelous chicken in front of him.
Bane was restless in his seat. He kept sneaking glances at his father who looked absolutely put together.
Titus cleaned up well as he had shaved and fixed his hair.
What was I even doing here?
The father-son team refused to let me leave the territory in fear that the rogues were still out there.
They forget that were also rogues.
Inevitably, I lost the argument. I wasn't going home. Bless my soul. Old John was gonna have
