Chapter 830

• I nodded my head and Nathan slid another beer over the bar’s surface toward me. The Prospects huddled together at one end and Sean had already told us to stay sober. I didn’t want to know why, but he had limited us to four beers each.
• “Aw shit, Mrs. Noble’s back again,” Zach said as we stood at the bar and the other members around us groaned.
• “What’s her deal?” I asked as I looked at her. She was easy on the eye for an older woman and some of them began to laugh.