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Levi “Ice”

Watching my brother struggle is hard. I knew from the moment I first met him what he was hiding from everyone.

I came to party at this chapter often. It was one of my favourite places to visit so, when I knew I was ready to transfer, this place was at the top of my list.

I knew I liked men and women just like Viking did, but it was something I didn’t hide from. My brothers at my old chapter knew right away. I made sure everyone knew in case anyone had a problem with it. Thankfully, not many had.

It was one of the reasons a lot of my relationships ended, or that I didn’t take an Old Lady. It was because I knew that being with a woman wasn’t going to be enough for me. There is always a part of me that will crave what a man can give me.

I’m not sure the brothers at this chapter know that about me. I only know Prez does because it was the first thing I told him when I requested the transfer.

Viking had been looking at brothers even when they weren’t fucking someone or getting their cock sucked. I honestly don’t know how no one caught on. It was pretty fucking obvious to me.

Heck, I had seen him looking at me even, but I welcomed those stares. Even when I knew I couldn’t have him.

Anastasia and Viking are a very attractive couple. Even though I wanted them both, I meant what I said; I was only trying to be a friend. Ana was a woman who needed one, and now Viking needs one. I’ll always be their friend if that’s all they ever need.

Hopefully I can help them work this out. I can tell how much they love each other. They had just lost themselves and forgot how to be husband and wife. They are both going through pain and have gradually lost their ability to communicate with one another. The more Viking pulled away, the more Ana would too.

I order some more food since the Chinese isn’t enough to feed everyone; especially when I see Knuckles’ hand sneak towards my plate.

“Fuck off,” I grumble before slapping it away and resuming eating.

“Fuck that looks good, brother. I’m starving,” he whines.

“I just ordered some more for everyone. You can wait,” I snap. No one touches my food.

“Fine. I’ll go get some actual fucking beer. If I don’t come back, that means I died from starvation,” he says with a dramatic sigh.

I shake my head. Fuck that guy is always entertaining.

“I think that before you follow her and grovel, you need to fix up this fucking house. I have done shit here and there, but that woman would only let me fucking do so much. Really, the bare minimum. Now you have a chance to turn this place into the home you two knew it could be,” I tell him.

“Fuck, You’re right. I know Ana. She would have hated to rely on someone who wasn’t her man, but I gave her no fucking choice. I didn’t know this house was getting this bad,” Viking says while looking around.

“I’ll help you tomorrow,” I tell him.

“We will all help. It’s not only you that failed to take care of this Old Lady, but all of us. I know I wouldn’t want mine to live in a house that was falling apart. I wouldn’t want that for any of them,” Rage says while looking around.

There are a few holes in the walls and some of the lights don’t work. I remember Ana telling me about the plumbing. I did know that some cupboard doors were broken and shit like that.

“I think we need to do more than fix it up. We need to renovate it,” Viking says as he looks around his home.

“That won’t be cheap,” Prez says with a low whistle.

“I have enough money. Ana barely uses our card. She used it for basics but nothing else,” Viking says while looking at his phone.

This is going to be a long process, but I think that it will also be a step in the right direction. Especially for Viking. Hopefully, Ana and Viking can have a future here by starting fresh.

Chapter Three

Anastasia

Once my flight landed, I had gone to a hotel room to sleep and let myself have a good cry.

In the morning, I went shopping for some clothes and other necessities. I also bought myself a purple suitcase that was just too cute to resist. Once I had everything packed in there, I called a cab to take me to my childhood home.

I took my belongings with me since I wasn’t sure what the situation would be like. It was possible that, depending on how I was received, I would need to leave to another town and start off fresh and alone.