Drake (Twisted Kingdom)

Prologue

Drake

T he thought of responsibility never really crossed my teenage mind.

I liked to run wild and live free--a motto I had heard more times than I could count, at our family Twisted Kingdom Clubhouse Biker Bar. My dad, and my all-around hero, would say that about me and laugh. A slight sparkle in his eyes when spoke about any of his four sons.

For me, that was the true validation that I didn’t need to bother with taking care of anyone else. I had my parents, brothers, and extended family in our club.

However, all of that changed the day my mom got sick with Cancer. It was a nasty, sick, fucking disease that took a precious woman all too soon.

“I promise, mom. I will take care of dad and the boys,” I had said, as I cried on her shoulder.

And, I swear I meant that promise, too. Hell, I would have sworn anything if it would have brought her back. But, reality doesn’t work like that.

Fuck no.

Instead, life threw me another gut-wrenching curveball the day my dad died too. Leaving me with four younger brothers and a family club and business to maintain.

Sure, I could have high tailed it out of here. I could have run away and never looked back. But, that isn’t my style. So, I sucked it up and gave life the middle finger, as I delved into life as the new leader of the Twisted Kingdom Clubhouse. More importantly, I had to take on the responsibility of making sure my little brothers didn’t turn into fuckups like most other kids their ages were.

For me, the day I buried my dad, was just the beginning.

Shit just got real.