He listened to them all the way to Detroit, because Misha was distant and spent the whole time pretending to be asleep. Grim could still hear the cries when he sat at the oval table in the Coffin Nails MC chapter. It was slowly getting darker outside, and with the blinds only partially open, the ...
Crammed into a thin-walled barrack were several makeshift stoves made of brick. In the sparse morning light, the female cooks looked like ghosts in the thick white mist evaporating from the huge kettles. It would have been eerie if it wasn’t for the overwhelming mixture of smells. Victor stumbled...
He looked at Jed, who stood on his right side, mouth set into a thin line. To his right was Dana, who looked like a classy woman from TV in her little black dress and tasteful jewelry she must have rented. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, tossing the cigarette butt into the ashtray on top of the tr...