Page 37 of Disturbed Lucidity

“Yes, sir.”

Trash didn’t hesitate, smacking the kid upside the back of the head.

A reminder to shut the fuck up.

However, it was the leader, the one with the mouth and chip on his shoulder, who refused to pay attention.

“I’m going to sue your asses!” the ungrateful little shit screamed, spittle spewing from his mouth as he glared at Indigo. “My father is going to destroy you when he learns what you’ve done. Do you have any idea who the fuck I am? I have over three million subscribers on TikTok!”

Indigo hauled off and punched the whiney bitch in the mouth, knocking him the fuck out for the time being.

Saint stood in front of his kid, shaking his head in disgust.

“Jesus fuck, and you call yourself a man.”

“I’m sorry.” The college kid sniffed, snot dripping from his bloody nose.

“Stop apologizing.”

“I’m sorry.”

Saint threw his hands in the air.

“He’s useless. How he reached this age without someone killing him, I’ll never know. He just pissed himself and now he’s apologizing.”

“It’s kids these days.” Logic sighed, leaning against the wall, looking at his phone like he was bored. “Parents today don’t discipline their kids anymore. It’s all about making sure their feelings don’t get hurt. Fuck, my dad wouldn’t think twice before beating my ass if I stepped one foot out of line.”

“My mom made me pick a switch from the willow tree in the front yard before she whipped my ass with it,” Frost added.

“I told my mom no once,” Slash reminisced. “I woke up on the floor a few hours later. I slept through dinner. She made pot roast.”

Rolling my eyes, I took a large swallow of my whiskey, my eyes glancing at the kid in the corner as he placed the last bullet on the table into the clip. Picking up the Glock on the table, he inserted the full clip, slamming it home before pulling back on the chamber and loading the first bullet. Then, without being told to, he flipped the gun around, holding it by the barrel, allowing Trash to grab the handle. My brother looked at the kid who stood before him keeping eye contact and nodded, before taking the gun and clicking off the safety.

“I like this one, Prez,” Trash spoke. “What is your name, kid?”

“Jude Mikelson.”

“You close with fucknut?”

Jude shook his head. “No, sir.”

“Then why are you hanging with him?”

“I wasn’t. I was only with them to get a ride back to the campus. My bike wouldn’t start after I left the local library. I called my brother, but he didn’t answer his cell. That’s when I saw Chris and Brandon walking to their car, and I asked them for a ride.”

Saint looked at the snot-nosed kid who was still quietly crying and asked, “You Chris?”

The sniveling whiner nodded.

“How’d you learn to handle a gun like that?” Trash asked.

“My brother Cyrus was in the Marine Corps. He’s now a brother in the Wraith Warriors. He was the one I was trying to call.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Sitting up, I looked at the kid and groaned. “His name?”

“Acid.”

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