I walk over to the door, pulling it open, grinning at my brother. I fucking love him; we’re fucking close. We were in the Navy, in the close brotherhood of the SEALS. So, of fuckingcourse, I followed him to the MC; it’s an invite I couldn’t refuse.
Of fuckingcourse, my brother Death was patched before he went into the Navy since he’s the MC brat. He was born into the MC and wanted to get some time out, so he went into the Navy. I understand where he’s coming from, so we bonded; we’re close.
“Motherfucker, I’m so damn excited,” I yell, stepping out of my room.
“Motherfucker, it’s about fucking time,” Death yells, slapping my back.
“That’s what I’m saying, but it’s all good,” I say, nodding.
We walk down the hall and into the clubhouse. I look at my brothers standing around, lifting their chins in greeting.
“Blood, get your fucking ass over here,” War yells, smirking.
I laugh, taking a few steps to stand next to War, my Prez, standing tall.
“Blood, I have to ask you, can the Wicked Warriors MC trust you,” War asks, his face completely stoic.
He has to be fucking with me because there’s no way he can doubt my loyalty.
“Absolfuckinluty! You can trust me,” I yell, nodding.
“Motherfucker, you’ve worked hard to show us your grit, your loyalty, and strength. You always went above and beyond in completing every task, especially in taking the Princesses everywhere they wanted to go, keeping them safe. So welcome brother to the Wicked Warriors MC,” War yells, slapping my back.
Oh, fuck!
Am I breaking the trust by messing with Wynter?
The VP Taz walks up holding my cut, just as fucking stoic as ever.
“Give me that prospect cut,” War yells, moving his fingers, flashing his teeth.
I take off my prospect cut, hand it to War, and he hands me my new cut with my name on it.
“Thank you, I’m fucking thrilled,” I yell, pumping my arm looking around the clubhouse at my brothers hooting and stomping their feet.
I fucking love the MC; I’m fucking excited, my lips turn up, nodding at my brothers. The club whores shake their tits at me, some pulling them out. The club whores are fucking beautiful, always ready to please.
I’m fucking smiling so damn big, and I know that my eyes are glowing. I only hope it’s not too noticeable because I don’t want the brothers to start looking at me oddly.
I look around the room and see her; my blood rushes straight to my fucking cock. I gaze into her huge light green eyes, eyes that call me to tease me and pull me in. She smiles at me, licks her lip, fucking with me. She always does that, and fuck if she doesn’t drive me crazy. I grind my molars, inhale deeply, and force my fucking cock to calm the fuck down.
I know that I will fall into her soul if I get close.
I need to say away.
So, I don’t burn like the fucking moth to the flame.
It’s not happening.
But fuck, I look into her eyes for a minute longer than I should, then I fucking force myself to move on.
Yeah, move on motherfucker!
She’s too young, I’m fucking old, a few hundred years old, and she’s the Princess. I’m not here to cause problems in the MC; I only want to enjoy this moment on earth with the humans, as a brother of this MC.
“Brother, come over here, let’s celebrate,” Death yells, holding tequila shots in each hand.
Death is standing at the bar with his blood brothers, Vicious, Mayhem, and Scorpion.
