#Chapter43

Disloyal

Ian's POV

We clinked our mugs together and cheer. The foams at the top streamed down the middle, making its way to my knuckles.

"To victory." I rose my mug.

"To victory," The team replied, their faces bustling with smiles.

The bar was filled with people. Some brushed past me as they headed to a booth. The thick smell of alcohol stained the air and everyone where drinking to their belly's content.

The team and I sat at a booth. The cushion was pink and comfy. I looked out the window, the sky was dark and stars had tainted it. People hurriedly passed me, going about there various...