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As alked up to the nondescript front door, I could feel the nerves I’d ed to squash earlier resurface Brayden hadn’t told ht, except I could and should expect some crazy shit—and when it ca

The door was opened for us by a behemoth of a man who had a shaved head, a stern expression, and was dressed in a pristine suit that looked as though it costthe place I called hohborhoods Unlike this particular neighborhood

Once ere inside, the door shut firmly behind us, and Brayden, ht foyer area where a secondat the collar of my shirt, but the sudden claustrophobia that overtook ut

I was a cautious guy by nature, but right then, being locked in these tight confines with two strangers who could wipe the floor with htly…jumpy

“What did you say this place was called again?” I said under my breath to Brayden

“The Wolfe’s Den”

Yeah, okay, that didn’t help my nerves at all “The Wolfe’s Den?”

“Right” Brayden walked toward the front desk as though that should answer all rabbed his wrist and halted him When he looked over his shoulder atto make a scene

“This place is, you know, safe, right? Reputable?”

The sly curve of Brayden’s lips toldfor, I’d definitely cos But probably not how you mean it”

What the hell does that mean? I was about to ask when Brayden turned back and approached the desk Without a word, he pulled out a stack of bills—shit, were those hundreds?—and handed it over The man counted them out, and once the number hit ten, I couldn’t bear to look any up coffee spills and panini cruuy long enough not to be shocked by his wealth, I still couldn’t get over the way he threw it around so mindlessly

The man behind the desk nodded, apparently satisfied at the aiven him, and then set a s, but Brayden see, antique-looking brass key from his pocket and inserted it into the box As he turned it, there was a clicking sound and the box seelow purple from within