Page 66 of Tinsel & Chrome

The night we ran was brutal, one of those moments that changes your life.

My thoughts are on the past, the day that I patched into the Merciless Few MC and gained a family. The Brothers welcomed Ice and me.

I’m forever grateful.

That night, Ice and I went to Big T. The fucker was messing with a kid. Of fuckin’ course we killed him. We made sure that the kids never suffered again.

Today is our anniversary, fifteen years since we ran away. We showed up to Prospect, back then, the Prez Hard gave us a room to share. We took the GED test, and we Prospected.

Yeah, we earned it since we don’t talk unless absolutely necessary, nothing fazes us, and we keep everything inside.

Yeah, we’re fucking vaults.

After living in hell for so many years, the MC is heaven. At the time, we didn’t want to risk not patching in, so we kept our trap closed. We still do, but now we’re seasoned Men Of Mayhem, we do everything to take care of the MC, kill for it.

At eighteen, Sam and I patched in. My road name is Frosty, and Sam is Ice.

I pull out my cigarettes from my Cut’s inside pocket. I pull one out, light up, and inhale deeply. I exhale the smoke, making smoke rings. I stare at the smoke rings that travel up and dissipate.

“Frosty, let’s have some fun,” Twix whines, leaning against the bar countertop, smiling.

I stare at her; she’s sexy and exactly what I need to take off the edge.

“Twix, come here,” I growl, pulling her close.

“Frosty, let’s go to your room,” She says, kissing my neck.

“No, I have to do a run so I’m fucking you here,” I growl, pulling her up onto my lap.

“Fuck,” Twix yells, resting her hands on my shoulders.

I move my hand up her short skirt and rub her flesh, and she’s fucking ready.

“Damn, you’re so ready for me,” I growl, moving my hand.

I undo my jeans, grab a condom from my jeans. I tear the foil with my teeth and roll it onto my hard flesh. I lift her up, and bring her down onto my cock. She slides on, clasping me, groaning.

“Frosty, you feel good,” Twix yells, moving her legs on my muscular thighs.

“That’s it, ride me nice and hard,” I say, grabbing her ass. I help her move, and she rides my hard cock.

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Hours later...

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Twix was good and all, but I don’t do fucking clinging bitches. I’m not into having any fucking relationship, so the bitches need to get used to it. It never fails, they want more, and it’s not happening. I don’t want more. I’m fucking happy single, living the MC lifestyle, and having the Brothers have my six.

I pull out my cigarette from the box and light up. I look over at Ice playing pool with the Brothers. I tap my fingers on the bar countertop. I need to decide whether to invest some of the money I have saved. I can’t have it in my room. The Brothers won’t take it, but you never know. I don’t fucking trust anyone, not a hundred percent.

You never know when they will turn on you.

That’s all anyone has ever done in my life in Foster homes, except Ice. The Brothers have been good, but a little mistrust is good.

Right?

I have to always be ready because you never know.