When he frowned again, she was fairly sure that the nomenclature did not please him, and she found herself wishing she had been birthed to other syllables.
J.R. WardI think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I wonโt have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.โ Blay frowned. โHe and I have nothing to say to each otherโโ โWith all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.
J.R. WardMoments later a huge male with a cropped mohawk came out. Rehvenge was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and had a black cane in his right hand. As he came slowly over to the Brotherhood's table, his patrons parted before him, partly out of respect for his size, partly out of fear from his reputation. Everyone knew who he was and what he was capable of: Rehv was the kind of drug lord who took a personal interest in his livelihood. You crossed him and you turned up diced like something off the Food Channel.
J.R. Ward