Chapter 57: The Rose Club

"It's up to you," Keaton said flatly, clearly not caring whether Brett or Simba lived or died. "Alright!" Marcellus grinned wickedly, rubbing his fists together as he walked toward Simba. Simba's face fell, but he braced himself. "Mind telling me which group you're with? I know I was out of line just now, so I'm sorry. Hope you'll let it slide." "Apologize? Little late for that, don't you think?" Marcellus sneered, clearly not about to let him off the hook. Seeing this, Simba's heart sank,...