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“You feel this is unfair, prospect?” Mammoth’s voice boomed across the common room as he folded his arms across his barrel chest, hoping Zane would give him a reason to take him outside. Mammoth loved to give the prospects shit.
“No, sir,” Zane replied quickly.
Wraith chuckled.
“Your skin is so pretty, Zane. Pink is your color.”
He scowled as howls of laughter erupted from the brothers who had gathered. No one wanted to miss this. It was tradition to fuck with the prospects, and Zane had his heart set on his following his father’s footsteps.
Yesterday in church, Wraith had stood, ticking his head at the table. “Open season on Zane, my brothers. He wants to prospect. Let’s show him what to expect.”
Chuckles followed as well as plans that would torment Zane the entire month of October. Wraith loved Halloween, and he intended to give his son a few scares to remember.
“Gonna be a wild Halloween, Chaos,” he announced.
Trying to smile, I shrugged. “Probably. Usually is.”
Not sure it would be more than the fucked up, lonely, angry days I’d endured since finding Cindi.
My Reaper agreed. The mood soured, I took the bottle of whiskey to my room and decided to get drunk. Maybe then I’d feel a little less like shit.
Chapter 2
“Shhh, little princess, it’s all gonna be okay,” I soothed as I rocked Daniel’s baby girl in my arms, gently soothing her from another night of endless, mournful wails accompanied by nightmares.
She missed her mama. Anyone with half a brain could see that. Poor little sweetheart.
I was a poor substitute, with hardly any experience other than a few years of babysitting in high school, but someone had to console this innocent angel, and it might as well be me. Not like I had much better to do than spread my legs for the members of the RBMC when they came calling. No, I wasn’t bitter. Or even upset.
I made my choice, and I’d do it again without hesitation.
This life wasn’t for everyone. Few could handle the chaos, sexual demands, and stress of a club girl. I didn’t mind it.
Sometimes you escaped one hell only to land in another, but even then, it depended on your definition of suffering to determine if the risk was worth the cost.
To me, it was.
