Eventually, the car turned a sharp corner and came to a halt in front of a towering metal gate. The gate creaked open almost immediately as burly guards in black muscle shirts stepped aside to let us through.
Alfie drove in and parked in one of the open spots within the compound.
Now what the actual heck is going on?
I didn't need to be told what type of organization we are anymore.
The place practically radiated masculinity and danger. The compound was full of broad-chested men, all dressed in sleeveless shirts that exposed their rippling arms. Many wore tight shorts that showed off their muscular thighs, moving with disciplined ease across the yard.
This wasn't just a training ground. It was a den of wolves in human skin.
I swallowed hard as I continued taking in my surroundings, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and unease.
