Prologue
Psycho – Seventeen Years Old
I shake my head as I watch Mama hug Marie tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks along with the brothers who try to hold in their laughter while Dad grins widely at their show.
My big sister, the pain in my ass, is moving to Paris to study art history and fine arts at the College of Arts, leaving us behind. She has been dreaming of working in a gallery for as long as I can remember, and knowing mine and Dad’s luck, she’ll stay in Paris, and we’ll have to deal with an emotional Mama.
“She knows they’ll still speak on the phone, right?” Fury, my best friend, asks as he stops beside me, and I snort because he knows full well that won’t be enough for Mama.
Her kids are her life, we always have been.
Shaking my head, I look his way with a smirk, but it soon fades at his appearance. Bags line underneath his eyes, and his short brown hair is ruffled on top like he’s run his hand through it several times.
He feels guilty, but he shouldn’t.
“You know what Mama is like, brother,” I remind him, and he hums, watching the scene before us.
“Blade should be here saying goodbye. She’s like his sister, too,” he mutters, and I sigh.
See, still feels guilty even after ten months.
“Brother, you’ve got to stop feeling guilty,” I say, and he glares at me. I shrug and remind him again, “You would do the same for us if it were the other way around, and you know it, so stop blaming yourself," and he looks away, knowing I’m right.
Blade, our future president and best friend, took the fall for him ten months ago, getting locked up. The girl Fury fucked lost her marbles and had decided to try and plant some coke on him when she’d found out he was also fucking her sister and best friend. She went as far as calling the cops instead of trying to get him kicked out of school, wanting to ruin someone’s life just because she wasn’t his entire focus.
She was jealous and a fucking conniving bitch.
The feds had showed up to do a raid at the school just before she shoved the coke into Fury’s pocket without him realizing it, and when they stormed the school while none of us thought anything of it. We minded our own business until Shane, a club friend and local law enforcement, whispered that the call was made anonymously against the brothers. Unfortunately, for us, one cop, who was new to the force and not on the club's payroll, took one look at our prospect cuts and decided to take action and searched Fury after noticing Tanya subtly pointing a finger his way. Thankfully, Blade had already witnessed Tanya sliding a packet of coke into Fury’s jeans and thinking on his feet, he bumped into him and the cop, knocking the dick down then quickly took the stash out of Fury’s pocket shocking him.
The cop he knocked over went for him and decided to search him first out of spite, and lo and behold, he found the drugs.
Said cop is now dust in the air, Blade’s dad and mine doing the honors, hoping we’ll be able to get him out. An appeal is already in place, but the judge, who is not on our payroll, is dragging his feet, wanting to make an example of us because of our patches.
Fucking assholes.
The Dark Angel’s MC, a club Blade’s great, great grandfather built many moons ago does a lot for Rose Meadow, a small town on the outside of Santa Monica, California. It brings in a lot of revenue, raises money for the local shelters, so you’d think the judge would let shit slide and of course Tanya has gotten away with the shit she’s caused being the mayor’s daughter and all.
It didn’t matter what we said, the judge wouldn’t listen.
The bitch knew Fury wouldn’t last two seconds inside without adding more time to his sentence and it is one hell of a fuck you for sleeping with her sister. Though to be fair, they weren’t exclusive and only fucked twice but she wanted one thing – the patch Fury will hold in a few years and all she got was banished at school, no one going near her, the brothers having more sway.
Like Blade, who is going to take over from his father, Brick, and become president, and I, taking over from my father, Fury, will take over from his father, Bear, and become Blade’s Enforcer and the bitch was aware and had dollar signs in her eyes, like most women do.
Fuck even the clubwhores – women who we pay to cook and clean and stay at the clubhouse – want a brother’s patch, some succeeding in trapping brothers just for that leather and what it holds.
They love to fuck but they love the leather more and if it’s an officer brother then even fucking better. They undress in the evening and do everything to get a brother’s attention and twice dad has fallen for it after Mama had gone home and twice, she had looked the other way with heartbreak.
I fucking hit Dad the second time it happened and warned him not to do it again especially when the one he fucked wanted to try and get knocked up.
I get it, he’s a brother and temptation is hard for some but for him it shouldn’t be when Mama walks the earth for him. When she doesn’t give a shit about his cut and loves him for him.
Anyway, the officer brothers have a lot of say within the club and also get a larger chunk of money than a regular brother, something Tanya is aware of, hearing the rumors that the clubwhores spread.
She’s a fucking idiot is what she is.
Why would a brother make her an old lady – someone they see as their forever – when she fucks half the football team?
I shake my head and side-eye Fury, who hasn’t answered me.
