Page 1 of Falling for Her
Prologue
Jokester – Sixteen Years Old
“Switchitup,Bullet,”I grunt as I lift my left hand with the pad protecting it from my best friend's hit, already anticipating it and he nods in confirmation before giving me hard jabs. I tense my legs to keep my grip so I don't fall on my ass as he spins and kicks the right pad and I mutter, “Good, and again.”
Ace, known as Bullet within our club, the Black Angels MC, is a bare-knuckle fighter and really fucking good at it too.
Due to his age, our club had to pay a hefty fine for him to compete against fighters. It helps that we own a ring not far from our clubhouse. He's also our future President, his father our current, and my father, Pitbull, is the club's enforcer, a role I won't be taking over when I turn twenty-five.
Nope, I'll be the Vice President of the club, Bullet’s second, and fuck me if that isn't an honor.
I grunt as Bullet changes tactics and kicks my left palm instead of my right, causing me to step back and I grin as I quickly get back into position and brace myself for the next hit with his right fist before he twist and elbows the pad.
Being club brats, Bullet and I already have our road names, something that normally we don't get until we're patched into the club, just like normally prospective brothers can't prospect for the club until they hit eighteen, but we get to start our prospecting days once we hit seventeen. While I can't wait to become a brother and I love that I've been given the road name Jokester because I love fucking around and playing pranks, being a prospect is going to kick our ass, even more so because we are club brats.
We'll have to do every dirty job and every request from the brothers, and I can guarantee Bullet, Callum, Maverick and I will fight over gate duty because that is probably the easiest job out of everything where the brothers can’t touch you until you’ve finished.
I mean, who in the fuck wants to clean filled condoms off of a brother's floors?
I switch it up and hit him on the head with my right hand, then his ribs with my left before I twist and kick my leg out, making him stumble.
He scowls, “Fuck's sake, Jokester!”
I chuckle and demand, “Need to act faster, now concentrate.”
He shakes his head, rubbing his hand through his dark brown wet hair, and he groans, “I would if my sister would fuck off instead of cheering every five seconds to get attention, she’s getting on my nerves.”
I huff and push some of my hair that's fallen from my bun out of my face with my arm as I eye the girl in question, looking at me like I'm some piece of meat wearing way too much makeup, a mini skirt, and a crop top.
The girl is a menace, and I seem to be the only one who sees the dark side of her. The rest of the club believes she’s miss innocent while I have seen several times claim wolf with some prospects who refuse to speak to her, getting them kicked out of the club.
She's Bullet's twin sister but a pain in the ass, always trying to hang around with us, mainly trying to hang off my arm. The girl has had a crush for as long as I can remember despite no advances from me. I try and keep my distance as much as possible but she doesn't seem to get the hint and yesterday when I had told her we weren't happening after she tried to kiss me. All she did was give me a knowing smile that set my hairs on my arm up before sauntering away.
I heard through the grapevine that she got caught sucking off a teacher yesterday. Whether or not it's true, well, that remains to be seen, but the girl is nothing but trouble, Bullet's sister or not. Her and Victoria both.
Victoria is the VP Hammer’s daughter and has a big thing for Bullet, not for who he is, but more because of what his title will be. She's our age, and for years, her mama Marie and Bullet's mama Louise have tried to convince Bullet to have a relationship with her, even stating they were getting married after graduation, which is never going to fucking happen.
“Just ignore her and get your head back into it. You fight Trick tomorrow night, that fucker likes to, well, he likes to play tricks like I've been showing you all night, so block everything out and concentrate,” I snap and bend a little at the waist and hold my padded hands up again.
Bullet nods, his blue eyes serious, and he gets into his stance. Just as he goes to strike me, I hear, “Son,” from behind, and we both look.
My dad stands near the door, his green eyes serious. I tilt my head, wondering why he would be in here when he knows Bullet has a match tomorrow.
I know Mama is alright. She was just in here five minutes ago reminding us to take a break, so what would have my father looking at me like that?
“I know you're busy, but uh, I need a word,” he says, and his hard exterior breaks a little when he notices Bethany, who is grinning wide between us. He looks at me with a little guilt, and I frown.
What the…
“Go on, I'll hit the bag until you return,” Bullet grunts and climbs out of the ring and heads to the punching bag in the corner. I sigh and remove the pads, throwing them on the ring floor, knowing a prospect will clean them for me.
I jump from the ring and grab my shirt from near Bethany, whose dark blue eyes eat me up with a smirk, her focus on my chest. I narrow my eyes before walking away without a word, hearing a huff, but I ignore her.
I don’t know how many more times I have to express to her we won’t be happening.
As we walk out the door and pass Bullet's and my room, I ask, “What did you need to talk about?” as I stop and turn towards him.
He winces and admits, “We have to go to the President's office for this conversation,” and I tilt my head.
