Chapter Twenty-three

Rett

I tapped my pen on the top of my desk as Cole Kensington gave me some fucking excuse about what had gone down last night on the river walk. Cole was young, but he’d put in his time for me over the last few years, making his way up in the ranks by being street savvy and a quick thinker. The longer he talked, the more I believed I’d been sold a bill of goods. Other players had come and gone who made their way on looks, a smart tongue, and just enough knowledge and loyalty. I was over just enough. Either you were one hundred percent behind the Ramses name or you were one hundred percent against it.

I wasn’t the only one listening to Cole’s monologue. Noah Herbert was sitting to one side of him and Jaxon Cormier to the other. The whole incident last night had been a series of clusterfucks, and I was still pissed.