Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Fang
What the hell did I get roped into? Carnival games, candy, pop music, and costumes.
Sinner has lost his damn mind, signing us—and by us, I mean the Iron Devils MC—up to host the Halloween Carnival.
I hate these loud obnoxious games, the cringy pop music, and the god-awful costumes.
The only good thing about this place is the endless supply of Snickers.
I wonder if Sinner would notice if I took off.
Just as I turn to make my escape, Sinner steps out from behind the kissing booth. “Not thinking about running off, are ya?”
How does this man know every move before I even make it? It’s like he’s a wizard or something. “No, of course not.”
The grin that crosses his face says that he doesn’t buy my lie.
Honestly, I didn’t expect him to. The man is President, or Prez as we call him, of the Iron Devils.
He can smell a lie a mile away. Good thing Sinner is my uncle, otherwise the man may have cut off my balls and fed them to me.
“Good, I want you overseeing the Haunted House.”
Great, just what I had hoped for, screaming girls running around in the dark. Somebody shoot me now.
“Oh, Ramon is bringing you a costume.” Just as I open my mouth to protest—because let’s face it, I haven’t worn a Halloween costume since I was ten years old—Sinner pins me with a hard glare. “Wear the damn costume, that ain’t a request.”
Well, screw me. Just as Sinner enters the tent where the fortune teller is set up, Ramon strides up next to me wearing a shit-eating grin.
This can only mean one thing. Sinner left him in charge of picking out my costume.
He better not have picked out some fairy wings. I’m not dressing in some froufrou shit.
“Found the perfect costume for you.” Ramon shoves the bag into my hand.
Opening the bag, I peer at the contents. Well, that’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I pull the black wings out. There are elastic straps to fit around my arms. Okay, I can handle this. No big deal. That is, until I see that there is nothing else inside the bag. “Where’s the rest?”
Ramon’s smirk does not sit well with me. Between the look Sinner gave me and Ramon’s, I’m fairly certain I will not appreciate this little costume they picked out for me. “That’s it.”
I shrug. “Cool, so I’ll wear a black shirt and blue jeans.”
“You wish.” Ramon slaps me on the back. “The blue jeans, sure, but no to the shirt. Since this carnival is twenty-one and older, Sinner said that tonight’s costumes are adult themed.”
Of course, my uncle the horndog. There is no way in hell I am dressing as some sexy fallen angel. Nope, ain’t happening. “Uh, uh.” I toss the wings back into the bag and hand it out to Ramon. “You wear it.”
“Unlike you, I have no problem strutting my stuff.” He pushes the bag back toward me. “But I have my own fallen angel wings.” With those parting words, Ramon is off to join Sinner in the fortune teller’s tent.
Looks like I will have to swallow my pride and showcase half my body.
Why? Because you don’t disobey the Prez.
Bad things happen to those who disobey a direct order.
That does not exclude his own flesh and blood.
What Sinner says, goes. Period. I did not work my ass off as a prospect and become a patched member of the Iron Devils just so I can spit in the club’s face and get my ass handed to me.
At least I don’t have much of a wardrobe change. All I have to do is remove my cut and my shirt, slip on these massive black wings, and I’m done. I’m already in a pair of faded blue jeans. If only my brother could see me now. He’d laugh his ass off at the sight of me in this getup.
Just thinking of Justin is stirring up feelings I’ve been trying my best to bury. It’s bringing about hatred, anger, and hurt. So much hurt. Justin is, was my younger brother. Protecting him was my number one priority, and I screwed up.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shake off the bad memories. A lot of good therapy did me. I can’t even think of my brother without wanting to go postal. The pain is so bad I can’t even keep his photo up in my room.
It’s not that I want to forget him. I don’t.
But seeing him and knowing he’s gone because I failed him destroys me.
My brother was only twenty-three years old when he was shot in the back.
He had his whole life ahead of him. A steady girlfriend.
Okay, so we shared the girlfriend, but he still loved her. Now it’s all gone. All of it.
So lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear Sinner approach. When he lays a hand on my shoulder, I spin, fists up. “Whoa, Fang.” My uncle picks up the black wings I must have dropped. Taking a good look at me, he blows out a breath. “Let me guess, you’re thinking about Vile?”
Vile is Justin’s club name. We all have one. None of us go by our legal names.
“Listen, kid, you can’t let Vile’s death tear you up forever. At some point you’re gonna have to forgive yourself. He’d want you to.” Sinner tosses the wings at me. “Have no doubt, when the time is right, we will avenge Justin’s death. You have my word on that. My nephew deserves justice.”