With that sick fuck Christopher dead and my pack sending whispers all over the prison about the way the Oscuras had dealt with the Watchers in a gang skirmish, the suspicion had been turned away from the boss man and I was back to not owing him a damn thing. Which was the only reason why I'd helped him of course. He might have said that he’d deal with it for me, but I knew the only thing that could really explain the mess he’d made of those corpses was a gang war, which meant the winners needed to be bragging.
