War is my blood brother, our older brother, and he’s also the Prez of the Wicked Warriors MC. Autumn and I were born into the MC, which makes us the MC’s princesses. My other brothers, Vicious, Death, and Scorpion, are also in the MC so that you can say that we’re protected, but War wants us to learn how to shoot and kickass, just in case.
It’s fuckingtastic!
But Autumn doesn’t like this training, but she has no choice because War wants us trained to kill, ready if and when we need to because the MC is always in some fucking war with the fucking rivals or mafia.
I hold the smooth, cool steel, loving the surge of power, the thrill rushing through my veins when I hold my Glock. I inhale, exhale, lowering my eyelids, focusing on the target. I got this, I squeeze the trigger, and I fucking hit the damn coke can.
Of fuckingcourse, I jump and yell, looking at the cans and turning to look at War.
“Fuckingtastic,” War yells, nodding his head, resting his hands on his waist, looking out at the cans on the boulder in the back of the yard.
“War, I’m a fucking badass,” I yell, turning my lips up, bopping my head.
“I don’t know why you have such a bloodthirst! This is supposed to be self-defense training,” Autumn moans, shaking her head, rolling her eyes.
“Fuck, and you’re always so damn uptight! It’s your turn,” I yell, leaning against the tree looking at my sister.
My sister's issue is that she doesn’t want to live in the MC because we lost our Dad and Mom a few years ago because of the MC’s war with the rival MC.
Dad is in the pen for life for killing the Prez of the Satan’s Warriors because Mom fucked around with him. The Satan’s Warriors VP killed our VP, and he’s in the pen. It’s all fucked up, and no one wins. My Mom fucking disappeared, leaving us; we were only eleven, which is fucking fucked up, right. I don’t try not to think about Mom, but Autumn wants her to come back.
What fuckingever.
I don’t care because I’m fucking happy here, but Autumn, she misses Mom.
Of fuckingcourse, Autumn is sensitive, and I try to be her BFF, be there for her, and not just be her sister.
I watch Autumn focus; she moves her finger over the trigger. I watch her press the trigger; I turn to look at the cans.
“Fuck yes! We’re fucking badass twins,” I yell, jumping.
“You Princess need to curb that bloodthirst! I wanted you to be able to defend yourself, not go after the motherfuckers that cross you,” War groans, scrubbing his face.
“What fuckingever! Brother dearest, thank you for the gift; it’s such a beautiful Glock,” I say, smirking. I tuck the Glock behind my waistband.
I hug War, going onto my toes to kiss his cheek.
“Welcome,” War says, nodding.
“Yeah, thanks,” Autumn says, hugging War. Autumn kisses him on the other cheek.
Autumn tucks her Glock behind her waistband.
“I’m going to take a shower to get ready for our birthday party,” I yell, skipping across the yard.
“Fuck, you best behave,” War groans, scrubbing his face.
“Wait up, Sis,” Autumn yells, running after me.
Weruninto the clubhouse laughing, racing down the hall to our rooms. We stop at the door, blow each other kisses, laughing.
Our face is flushed, our eyes sparkle, and we’re over the moon.
“Have fun with Fiend,” I say, turning the doorknob.
“Yes, you have fun with Blood,” Autumn says, laughing a deep throaty sound.
“I’m going to jump his bones, keep him all night in my room,” I whisper, leaning closer to her.
