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CHAPTERONE
Wrath
Two weeks before Halloween…
There are times and situations that require a hard dick. At the table during church isn’t one of them.
I never should’ve watched Trinity wriggle into a Halloween costume before leaving our house to go to the clubhouse. She didn’t tell me what exactly she was supposed to be. It didn’t matter—the outfit was sexy as fuck. The picture she sent me right before I took my seat didn’t free up any room behind my fly either.
Rock’s fingers cross my vision, snapping together.
Once.
Twice.
“You with us?” he asks with an edge of annoyance only Rock can get away with.
“What?” I shift in my chair. Slowly, the war room comes into focus as I blink away the image of Trinity squeezing her ample curves into shiny, white leather.
“As I was saying.” Teller glares at me from his seat across the table.
Glare all you want, welterweight.
“I think the best location for this charity event would be Furious.”
“You want to shut down the gym for a day so a bunch of little snot-monsters can run around?” He can’t be serious.
“It’s a big favor,” Teller concedes. “But Crystal Ball isn’t exactly a great location for a kids’ event.”
Normally I’d say it’s better to collect favors than hand them out. Except when it comes to my brothers. Fuckers know I’ll do anything for the club.
Doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy being a dick about it.
“Why exactly am I going to turn half of Furious Fitness into a kiddie carnival?” I raise my eyebrows and stare Dex and Z—the two geniuses responsible for this idea—down.
“Haunted house,” Z corrects.
“Dibs on the pumpkin carving station.” Jigsaw zigzags his hunting knife through the air to demonstrate his talents.
“Easy, Michael Myers,” Z says, holding out his hands like a lion tamer. “I don’t know if stabby utensils are the way to go on this event.”
Teller snort-chuckles into his fist. “Michael Myers my ass. More like Pennywise.” He leans over the table to lift his chin at Jigsaw. “What the fuck you wearing, bro?”
Sparky shivers and squeezes his eyes shut. “Pennywise is fuckin’ scary. I hate clowns.”
“Weird, since youarea clown,” Stash mutters.
Jigsaw flicks the ties of the frilly black shirt he’s wearing under his cut. “I’m thinking of attending this year’s festivities as a pirate.”
“Halloween isn’t for two more weeks,” Rooster mutters.
Z sits forward, resting his elbows on the table and pins Jigsaw with a stern look. “You thought church was a good place for your costume trial run?”
“Yeah.” Jigsaw grins at Z at one end of the table, then at Rock at the opposite end. “Why not?”
“I think he doesn’t want to admit this was a serious fashion choice.” Murphy squints at Jigsaw and pretends to give his outfit a closer inspection. “Did you steal that from an ol’ lady’s closet? I swear Heidi has a blouse that looks just like that.”
I snicker and reach across the table to bump my knuckles against Murphy’s.
