RT Violet. Together with Haru, I'm standing in front of the compound. RT texted that he was almost here, and we rushed outside, eager to see our so-called lost brother. I hear a car engine in the distance and smile when I see the huge black Jeep driving toward us. Haru is jumping up and down like a little girl, thrilled to finally see someone we both considered family after so long. A huge, muscled man steps out of the Jeep, making me look twice before I recognize him. "What the f**k?! RT?" Haru screams before sprinting his way and launching into his arms. He looks like a freaking Viking-with that still-dirty blond hair and piercing blue eyes. The beard is a new addition, but he'd fit right in with the bikers inside, who are waiting but giving us the space to welcome him. "Not saying hi anymore, Lev? You too good for me now?" RT chuckles as he sets Haru down and heads toward me. I chuckle and run into his arms. I might be a year older, but he's always felt like a big brother to me. "What the hell happened, RT? You're like the Hulk now." I grin, looking him over now that he's closer. "You know I wouldn't survive a day on the streets if I stayed that lanky kid I was. Besides, kickboxing's been a lifesaver." I slap his arm and tug him toward the compound, Haru close to his side. She's still smiling wide, and I know it's going to stay that way for a while. We step into the building, greeted by dozens of bikers waiting to meet the newest addition to the brotherhood-at least for now. They don't know it yet, but they might need this fresh Hulk when the time comes to fight the Road Riders. RT, like us, didn't sit still after escaping the mansion. We still talk from time to time, so I know what kind of jobs he takes on now. Assassinations. Kill-for-hire. My big brother is no longer the scared little boy abused by a monster. He became a monster himself. Just like I did. "RT, this is my brother Devil, President of the club." RT gives a short nod. "Nice to meet you," he grunts and moves on. Haru giggles but stays quiet as I take the lead on introductions I still don't know everyone's names- because I still don't really care. Devil fills in the rest, giving me an amused but disapproving glare, which I of course return. 1/4 < RT +15 Points > "I'll show you ya room," Maker says once introductions are done. RT nods, gives us both quick hugs, and follows the slightly smaller biker. Haru tells me she's going to find Tessa, and I nod, planning to follow her when a big hand grabs my arm and pulls me into one of the storage rooms. I recognize the scent-Killer. The room is dark, making me blind to everything around me, which heightens my other senses. "Very discreet, Killer. Really," I mutter-just before his warm lips crash into mine. I immediately wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up, pressing my body against his. His hands firmly grab my ass, grinding my core against his hard groin. I moan softly when he squeezes again and bites my lip, giving him the access he wants to my mouth. I was never one to enjoy kissing. It always felt weird-like some awkward tongue-wrestling contest. But this? This is something else. Something on a whole new level I can't even begin to understand. His tongue explores my mouth, sending tingles through my entire body. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to take him deeper into me. After a while, I want more-I want him-so I break the kiss and pull him back by his hair. A low groan escapes his throat as my mouth trails down his neck, leaving soft kisses and nips. "Don't leave marks, babe. Hard to explain," he grunts. I leave his neck and pout, forgetting he can't see me in the dark. "But that just makes it more fun." He shoves me against the wall. A mouth now devours my neck, and I bite back a moan as he bites me- hard. I grind against him, chasing some form of release, but firm hands grab my hips, locking me still. I'm trapped between the cold wall and his hotter-than-hell body-forced into silent submission. "Don't start something we can't finish, darling," he whispers in my ear. The warmth leaves my body, and with a soft kiss on my cheek, he's gone. I slide down the wall, collapsing onto the cold floor. "Fuuuuck." 7-7-7-7-7 Killer. That got a little further than I'd planned. My hard c**k is straining against my faded jeans, desperate for release. As I make my way toward my room for a much-needed cold shower-and probably a quick j******-a Soul Eater walks up to me. God knows why. They should know better by now. < RT +15 Points) "Was that you with Violet in the storage room?" she purrs. "How would Devil react if he heard you two f*****g around?" I don't know her name. She's new. Cig liked her, if I remember right. "Leave," I order, already heading for the stairs. "I'll tell-unless you f**k me and make me an Old Lady. Won't be too hard, right? I mean, I'm way better than her." This b***h just reminded me why I hate women. My vision goes black. Hard breathing. Burning knuckles. Sweat running down my face. Blurred vision that slowly clears. I don't even know what happened. But now I'm staring at the unrecognizable face of a woman lying on the floor, barely breathing. Blood is everywhere, staining the hardwood worse with every second. Hands are on me-probably trying to hold me back. I shake them off and turn around to find Jaxon, Iren, and Rios standing behind me. "What?" I growl when they just stare. "Dude, you completely lost it. What the f**k?" Rios says, glancing at the bloodied mess on the floor. "She knew better than to threaten me. She shouldn't have even come near me. All the bitches here know that." Cig rounds the corner, looking pissed like we interrupted him mid-f**k. He storms toward me and throws a punch, but I dodge it. "Instead of swinging at me, control your bitches better," I snap. "She knows I don't want her kind near me, and she tried to blackmail me. Throw her out. Now." I see Devil nearby. "You heard him," Devil says, stepping closer. "And exactly what did she blackmail you with?" he asks quietly enough so the others can't hear. "Don't ask me." I turn and walk off toward my room, ready to redecorate the walls with my fists. Islam the door shut and raise my fist-but I don't hear the soft click of the door opening behind me. Not until a small hand wraps around my arm, pulling it down with surprising strength. Violet stands beside me, calm and composed, with understanding in her eyes instead of fear. "Calm down. That b***h isn't worth it," she says gently. "You don't know s**t. Get out," I reply coldly, hoping she'll just leave and let me stew in peace. "You didn't leave me alone yesterday. Payback's a b***h, don't you think?" she grins, completely unaffected 1/4 < RT by my dangerous demeanor. "I could kill you right now. In a heartbeat. Crazy f*****g bitch." I shove her hand off me and sit on the floor next to the bed. "I've heard worse." She sits beside me and says nothing. Just lets the silence speak for itself.