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Prologue

Ink – age 17

I grin at my reflection in the mirror as I style my black hair.

It's cut short, but it's still long enough to style on top. I check myself in the mirror again and grin, my gray eyes sparkling. I wear a black button-down shirt with rolled-up sleeves and dark blue jeans with my biker boots.

Fuck I look good!

I spray some cologne before grinning again, then head out of my room, ensuring to lock my door. Mom's got a habit of snooping for reasons I have no fucking idea why. I look down the hall towards Travis' room and furrow my brows. The light is on under his door, and I bite my bottom lip, sucking my lip ring into my mouth before I mutter 'fuck it' and go over and knock.

"What?"

I clear my throat. He sounds tense, making me furrow my brows. "I'm, uh, having a bash at the clubhouse while everyone's out celebrating Dad's birthday," I swallow. "Want to join?"

I hold my breath, hoping he says yes, but sigh at his reply, "Nah, I'm good."

I stared at his door for a couple of minutes, wondering why he fucking hated me so much.

I mean, I know he has a tiny fucking room, and I know he gets Uncle David's kids crap while I get new things, but that's not my doing. Every time I ask Dad why I'm treated differently, he comes up with some shit about how Trav is basically a bad egg like his birth mother. Apparently, his birth mom poked holes in the condoms and tried trapping him, but he still went to my mother, who ended up getting pregnant right after Trav was born. He grates about how amazing mom was taking in someone else'schild, despite it being Jewels who raised him after Travis' mom died of an apparent overdose, according to my mom, but I've heard the rumors; she died during childbirth. Mom's just trying to make his mother look bad, which is fucking ridiculous if you ask me. Jewels wanted to keep Travis, but my dad wouldn't hear of it; that's why she still hangs around the club…for him. If he leaves, I can guaran-fucking-tee she'll go too, which would suck because she's probably the nicest of all sweet butts. Although you can't really call her that anymore, she spends most of her time in the kitchen making Travis' favorites.

She's basically his mom.

I don't know if what Dad says about Travis is true, though.

I've been told he's nasty to Mom and shit, but he's never here, and to be fair, neither am I, so I don't see or hear a lot, but in my gut and my heart, I don't think it's true. Something more is going on, but I can't fucking figure it out, and it fucking sucks because it would be nice to have my fucking brother at my back sometimes to be able to have a decent relationship with him, but for as long as I can remember, I'm just a cockroach to him.

I sigh and shake my head before turning away from his door and heading down the stairs and out of my parent's blinding fucking white-filled house. I shake my head again. For as long as I can remember, my mom has hated anything with color or anything that's a mess. I'd admit, I took advantage of that, most times on purpose, yet I never got disciplined, so it's fucking perfect—weird but perfect—because I hate this house and the lack of color. It's probably why I went into drawing.

I fucking love it—creating designs full of color and wonder.

I've already been accepted into the Dallas School of Arts, and once qualified, Dead Shot the Untamed Hell Fire's MC president has already got a building with mine and Leo's name on it to open our own tattoo shop, but to my mother's disappointment. She wanted me to go into the medical field. I snorted out a laugh, like, Fuck, would I ever go for that!

I would say maybe she can convince Trav. He hasn't made any plans that I'm aware of, but lately, he's been spending more and more time behind his locked door. He never comes to functions with the club, which pisses my dad off, and I've seen more bruises on him each day. Like I said, something's not fucking right, especially yesterday at his graduation. I was the only one who went, and he got valedictorian. Yet, our family, all the brothers, and our father were absent.

I sigh again as I reach the clubhouse before a grin takes place on my face when I hear the music. All of us MC kids are here except for Trav. I convinced Logan, the Pres' son, to let me throw the banger to see if I got in trouble for it from my dad. For years, I've been fucking up, and I've never been punished for it. We're all curious to see what will happen with this one. I mean, I trashed our house last year, and I thought mom was going to have a coronary with how OCD she is with the place being white and clean, but nope, instead, I got a new gaming system.

If I heard correctly, everyone inside was already making bets to see what punishment I'd receive, if any.

I chuckle as I enter the common room through the back door, noticing how busy it is, then grin when I see Logan fucking some girl from behind while Leo is fucking her mouth, making me snort. He's only 15 yet, and he's already tag-teaming. I shake my head and look around the room before I notice Zayne missing, probably with Star, his best friend, and the girl he's falling madly in love with but refuses to do anything about it.

Lucas walks up to me with a shot glass. I grin at him, accepting it before I down it in one when a gorgeous redhead slinks under my arm while a brunette slinks under my other, making Lucas chuckle.

"Your late brother."

I chuckle. "I had to make myself pretty for my punishment now, didn't I?"

He shakes his head while the redhead moves her hand down my chest toward my jeans, and I grin wider.

"I've got money on you getting zero punishment."

I laugh at his words when a blonde slinks under his arm, and he grins wide before wrapping his arm around her waist. He then waggles his eyebrows at me and says, "In a bit, brother."

I chuckle before doing the same with these two, maneuvering them over to one of the black couches that's not in use. I take a seat while making the redhead straddle me, making her skirt ride up before she starts to kiss my neck while the brunette turns my head to hers, taking my lips. I let them lead for a couple of minutes, allowing them to have their fun before I decided to have some fun of my own. The redhead starts to swivel her hips, pushing her pantie-covered pussy over my crotch, and I groan in the brunette's mouth, my tongue tangling with hers. I move my left hand down the brunette's stomach while my right moves up the redhead's leg.

I moved their panties aside before finding both ladies soaked.

I pull away from the kiss as I trace my fingers over the ladies-soaked pussies, making them both gasp in unison.

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