~ Harlan’s POV ~

Walking past the velvet curtains, I always get this weird eerie feeling about this place. Logan walks in front of me, and in front of him is Uncle Jack, leading the way.

“Have a seat, I’ll go make some calls,”

Uncle Jack motions for the two chairs in front of his desk. He grabs a phone from his desk drawer and walks out of the room.

I turn my eyes to Logan and he goes over to take a seat. Begrudgingly, I go and follow him. Sitting inside Uncle Jack’s office in his club, we’re both silent and lost in thoughts. Logan’s tapping his feet and...