Dane
At least his father gave him clothes, he supposed. It had almost been a joke, how long he'd kept him naked, right up until they were due for this meeting. Then suddenly a full suit—rich wool, with a silk tie—showed up in the office, and Dane was ordered to dress. "We can't have you at a disadvantage against the others. None of them will be happy that you're back. They were all hoping to take your place," his father smiled.
Now, here they were, in a room full of criminals and thugs, his father holding court, catching everyone up on what had happened over the past few days. And all these men—and one woman—glared at him whenever his father wasn't looking.
