Page 13 of Hades

“Now, not all my boys happy about a kid like you wanting to prospect, we know your background.” That hope deflated. “Me, though? I don’t give a fuck who your mama lays on her back for. You prove yourself to this club, the minute that vest is on your back you’re fucking loyal to only one, you get it?”

Expected to answer, Kyle nodded and added, “Yes, sir.” His voice croaked.

“The club comes first. Before everything and anyone, that includes your junkie family.” That wasn’t going to be hard to do, he was done with family. He understood clearly. Under any normal circumstances being told what he could and couldn’t do would rub him wrong, but this was what he’d broke his back to earn, “Yes, sir.” He answered again.

Rex reached down behind the desk, and he brought out a plain black leather cut, tossed it over, it hit Kyle’s chest.

“You’re ever seen without your prospect cut the consequences ain’t gonna be pretty, kid.”

“Of course, sir.”Three fucking bags full, sir.Kyle grinned and slipped the leather on over his Stones T-shirt. It was scuffed in places, probably belonged to six others before him, and it felt a little tight around his back, he’d been working out a lot lately, but he loved it. The sense of belonging flooded hard through his body and he fought the urge to cry like a fucking pussy right there in the boss’s office.

“Remember what I said; your life isn’t your own now.” He said it more like a threat than inviting Kyle to join his club.

He shrugged a shoulder, determination in his eyes. What did he have to lose? This was all he had going for him and he wasn’t about to ruin it by lipping off to the only guy to give him a chance.

“I’m willing to do whatever, Sir.”

In typical Rex 'Prez' Marinos fashion, he was scrutinizing Kyle's reaction, the stare made sweat drip down his spine. The man was as calculating as a rattle snake and twice as shady. Kyle wanted to learn everything from him.

Rex laughed a nasty sound and rose, slapping Kyle on the back hard enough to crack a bone, he took the brunt with his teeth clenched, unwilling to show any feebleness by folding. “I fucking believe it, kid. Now get gone, don’t make me regret it.”

On his way out, he almost collided with Mad-dog. The man sneered “Watch where you’re fucking going, idiot.”

Holding his tongue, Kyle only bobbed his head and slipped around the old man, letting him into the office before he stalked off.

“Dickhead.” He muttered. Rex’s brother rubbed him the wrong way, but he was the VP and very much in Rex’s ear, Kyle noticed these things, so he’d have to keep in good with the dickhead.

For now.

Unfortunate accidents happened sometimes.

Call it a hunch but he felt as though that decaying bastard would cause trouble for him, maybe even stop him from patching in. He’d heard all the club members needed to agree on a prospect, it would take one ‘no’ and Kyle would be out.

Over lunch with his mom he came to the decision he would try extra hard, grit his teeth and smile at that aging Greek goat no matter how much Kyle dreamed of killing him, he’d be so damn charming and helpful Mad-dog wouldn’t have a reason to kick him out of the club.

Lunch at home, mostly to keep his mom quiet, she’d been bitching about her drugs and not seeing him, he figured she was more worried about her pills than caring about where he’d been for days.

He’d taken the mile walk down by the old school before he’d gone home, to meet with the dealer who stole the pills from the local hospital to supply Kyle with.

Kevin Timebridge; the local wannabe career criminal who spent most of his youth in juvie a decade ago for setting his house on fire with his baby sister inside, the brat survived. Kevin was a small fish playing in a very big pond who never knew when to keep his mouth shut.

He might be a few years older, but age meant nothing to Kyle who didn’t let the older man intimidate him. A time or two Kevin tried to shake him down for more money, presuming it was Kyle addicted to the little white pills, an addict will pay most anything, maybe the dickhead was hoping for his cock sucked. Whatever he wanted, Kyle had laid into him with a few fast fists, taking Kevin by surprise. That was the thing, all anyone saw when they looked at Kyle was this reedy boy with a flop of blonde hair and stormy eyes, no facial hair to speak of yet. They didn’t figure him for a mean no holds barred little fucker who fought low and dirty. He’d been fighting his whole life, and wouldn’t allow one junk pusher to have the upper hand.

Having tried it only once, Kevin Timebridge didn’t attempt it again. In fact, he couldn’t have been nicer when Kyle turned up for his packages.

It was the first time he got the taste of the alpha-dog life, the man couldn’t do enough for him.

Kyle liked it.

He wanted more of that treatment.

As usual his home-life brought him back to earth with a crash and his resentment grew.

“I need money as well. Hundred and fifty dollars should get me through until the end of the week.” His mom griped, chain smoking.

Just like she’d been complaining about this and that since he walked through the fucking door. He put his PB&J sandwich down, the bread was damn stale anyway, she hadn’t been to the market again, she was turning into a hermit since he’d kicked the aunts out of the house last year. His mom relied more and more on him to do everything.

He’d wanted her obedience to keep her quiet, not for her to become completely reliant on him for everything. After what happened with Xavier, Kyle waited for the day his mom took off. Only so far it hadn’t happened. She was rooted in her anxiety, turning to him for everything. It was draining, and he hated her even more for it.

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