His eyes flick around to the guys, and then he speaks slowly, like he’s choosing his words even more carefully. “Take the Butcher with you and leave everyone else here for the night.” My spine snaps straight, and Harley snarls at him, “You don’t get make those fucking decisions; where she goes, we go.” Atticus rolls his eyes, and doesn’t bother to look at the three enraged guys plotting his death. “The Viper wants to meet at the Dive. You have to put a body in the cage to get in—you’re better off taking the Butcher with you because that’s his idea of a fun Friday night.”
