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Prologue

Anchor – Eighteen Years Old

“No fucking lie, Bull had his dick inside a prospect's ass,” James says, and Colt’s head whips away from Nicolette, the head cheerleader, toward James, his eyes wide in shock, mouth open a little.

I chuckle as I lean against the lockers, lifting my left leg and placing my foot flat against the metal surface.

Colt, James, and I all grew up together, and honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen James so tormented.

It’s funny as shit.

“I was minding my own fucking business, looking for a snack before school, and the prospect was bent over the shelves while the fucker was ramming into him!” He shudders, his face pale, while Colt looks at him, mouth hanging open, not able to utter a word.

“Told you I didn’t dream that nasty shit,” I mumble.

I walked in on the fucker two weeks ago in the same fucking place, and without making myself known, I slowly backed outta the fucking room wide-eyed, not able to look away.

It’s like someone telling you unicorns aren’t real, and you walk in on one. That was what that moment was.

I didn’t want to look, but I kind of had to realize that shit wasn’t imaginary.

My dad thought I dreamed the shit up because Bull is well known for liking pussy, but why would I dream ofthatshit?

Shaking my head at a shocked Colt, I eye the students in the halls, some rushing past us to get to class while the girls all eye us like we’re their next conquest, not giving a damn if they get a tardy.

Two months and this shithole will be behind us. All three of us will be signing up as a prospect with the Huntsmen MC, doing all the shitty chores from cleaning the clubhouse to cleaning up blood to being on gate duty—basically showing the brothers we’re all in by being their bitch while taking up a few college courses at NYC Business school to help with the club businesses.

James and I will also be taking art classes before joining Bulldozer at the Huntsmen Arts, the pair of us going half on the business with Bulldozer and the club.

Growing up, I knew I would join the club. My dad, a brother himself, instilled it in me, but I was always hesitant, and I still am, if I’m being honest.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the club. Hammer, Colt’s dad, is the president and has been like an uncle to me, but my dad—twicehe’s cheated on my mom while on a club run, and both times she took him back, even though he knocked up one of the girls.

My sister Callie is ten years old, with sandy blonde hair and light green eyes, and has been raised with me. Mom took her in when her mother wanted nothing to do with her after finding out she wouldn’t get my father’s patch.

He wanted my mother, despite being unfaithful, and to this day, I still don’t understand how she trusted him again or how she managed to take him back.

My worst fear is ending up like my father; a fucking cheat, hurting the woman you claim to love.

“I-I just…. What the fuck!” Colt stutters, and I grin, looking his way, his gray eyes still wide.

“Seriously, I know. My eyes need fucking bleaching,” James replies, and I mutter, “Or maybe you should just have listened to me when I told you about it last week.”

Colt snorts. “Yeah, I think that’s something I need to remember, especially with you being my VP when I take over.”

Ah yes, that's the other reason why I don’t have a say in whether I join the club or not. Colt wants me by his side when he takes over from his dad.

I sigh, causing him to narrow his eyes, and James quickly interjects, “You know it’s the right route, Travis. That job has been yours since we were in diapers,” before Colt starts another rant about how much I am not like my dad.

I grunt in acknowledgment, also not willing to hear the fucking rant for the hundredth time this month. I love my dad, I do, but the hurt and pain he put Mom through was out of fucking order.And while, yes, I love my sister; Mom has brought her up as her own—Dad has forgotten the hurt he caused but I haven’t.

I had to hold Mom up when she packed her bags and mine, determined to leave him, only for the prospects to refuse to let us out of the compound.

It took the whole of the bitch’s pregnancy with my sister for Dad to worm his way back into Mom’s heart and bed, and I went along with it because Mom being happy is all I want, but it doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten, or that I want to go down the same way.

Infidelity is rare within our club; fuck, Hammer’s father, who started it, set rules that if you made a woman your old lady—a woman you see as your forever, that you’d die for—then she is to wear you cut for five yearsminimum.

When the club first started, the brothers used to hand the leather out like candy and then snatch them back again when the women pissed them off, so now, they have to really think whether that is the route they want to go down.

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