Falcon (Rage MC: Ortonville, MN #2)

Prologue.

Falcon

I watched my club shooting the shit and going about their business and felt like an outsider.

Dad and his brothers were chilling out, eating, and drinking—something they were good at.

Truth was, they were mine too, but I was uneasy.

Everyone recognised I was Dad’s legacy, but they also understood that EJ would be the next VP.

Drake totally avoided the subject. He should have been putting Dante straight and getting the kid used to me being around.

It sucked. Dad said I might get a different position from VP, but Dante wouldn’t have me.

I wasn’t in his age group, and it was easier for Dante to bond with the younger kids.

Obviously, being part of the club was what counted, but it stung that I’d not even been asked if I was happy to give up my family legacy.

Worse, Dad was stressed because he sensed we were being disrespected. And honestly, we were.

I had seen the awkward looks Drake gave us and guessed he was trying to find a way to resolve things. There was a resolution; one nobody would like—nomad. I had no intention of staying around and seeing EJ fuck my rightful position up.

Now everyone was celebrating Calamity opening a new chapter.

Klutz would naturally be his Veep, and I was happy for him, but it gutted me at the same time.

Calamity and Klutz remained close and had been ever since Calamity walked out on the club and Klutz backed him.

The pair of them had earned this. Once again, it highlighted that I’d never have that patch.

I was about to leave a couple of hours later when I spotted Ghost approaching Calamity.

Unashamedly, I hung about in the shadows and listened in.

I was shocked when Ghost asked to join the club.

All the shit he’d swum through and he was leaving?

I swallowed a laugh as Ghost and Calamity haggled over a position.

Ghost didn’t want one, and Calamity was determined to give him one; they settled on Chaplain. A bit spitefully, I wondered if Drake expected that.

“Never saw that coming,” I drawled, approaching Calamity. He was wearing a contemplative expression.

“No, me neither. I know another thing you ain’t expecting,” Calamity replied. Was he asking me to join his chapter? That wasn’t a possibility I’d considered, but at least I wouldn’t need to watch EJ and Dante.

“What’s that?”

“Want you as my Veep.”

Calamity’s words took my breath away. Did he really say what I thought he had? “Klutz—”

“Doesn’t want it. You should be Veep here, but that won’t happen. Falcon, you’ll not push for your spot when Dante steps up. VP is something I can offer,” Calamity pressed.

“Deal.” I wasn’t going to argue. Calamity had offered me a way to keep my dignity, legacy, and pride. He’d also inadvertently helped save Drake. The depth of my feelings shocked me. I hadn’t realised how much the resentment had built up.

“That quick?” Calamity asked, amused.

“Yup. You’re right, I won’t demand my rights, and I don’t want to be Dante’s Veep.

” That was something I was certain of. Even if Dante offered, which he wouldn’t, but on the off chance, I would refuse him.

Dante was becoming a seriously dislikable kid, and I didn’t wish to be around him.

The thought of him as National President was terrifying.

“Welcome aboard, VP,” Calamity declared, clasping my arm. “You’d better let your parents know,” he remarked with a slight wince.

I headed for my dad, who’d been lurking too.

“I heard. Congratulations,” he muttered.

“Ain’t ever gonna get that here,” I said, and Dad nodded.

“Yeah. And it’s an injustice that you won’t. Nobody else’s legacy was endangered, only mine. Makes me bitter in truth,” Dad admitted.

“All resolved now, Dad. I got Veep, but somewhere else.” I needed Dad’s agreement on this, and it scared me he’d nix it.

“Falcon, you deserve this, and I’m damn proud of you,” Dad said and hugged me tightly. “Now we just gotta tell your mom.”

We both winced together. We might be grown men, but we’re freaking terrified of Mom.