.
Leo sat back in his chair like the meeting was over.
"Then we're set," he said. "This weekend."
Just as the conversation seemed to wrap up, the tension in the room snapped again.
"Still doesn't change the fact," the big guy muttered under his breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear, "that I don't like weaklings joining this club."
I turned my head slowly.
He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.
"And you are?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He sneered. "Trent Vol. And don't think for a second that you're on my level."
"Trent," I repeated, like I was testing how punchable the name sounded in my mouth. "Right. Got it."
Before I could say anything else, Leo's gaze turned sharp—glacier cold.
He didn't even raise his voice. He just looked straight at Trent.
"You have a problem with my decision?"
Trent's smug grin faltered, just a crack.
"I just said I don't like weaklings, that's all—"
