Page 2 of Romeo
“Awesome, I love that you like to drink your milk because it will help you grow tall and strong like your Dad,” Mama Bear says, smiling.
She grabs a glass from the cabinet, walks over to get the milk from the refrigerator, and pours the milk into the glass.
“Here you go, Kevin, have a seat at the table,” Mama Bear says, walking over with the glass to the table. She places the glass on the table, sitting across from me.
“Kevin, I’m going to ask you to keep an eye on Cherry and Candy because they’re the youngest of all of you, and I know that I can count on you,” Mama Bear says, smiling.
“Mama Bear, I always take care of Cherry and Candy,” I say, nodding and taking a drink of my milk.
“You’re such a good boy, Kevin. I need to get started on fixing dinner,” Mama Bear says, walking to the kitchen.
“Okay,” I say, nodding.
I eat my cookies and drink my milk. I take my glass to the sink and walk out of the kitchen, across the clubhouse, looking at the club whores dancing. Geeze, those girls are almost naked. I walk down the hallway to the room. Dad and I have a room that we share.
I unlock the lock with the code and enter the room. Dad is not home yet; he’s always on runs. I walk over to my bed and set my backpack on the bed. I take off my hoodie and pull on my t-shirt, the MC black t-shirt with the white letters and MC colors.
Satan’s Warriors MC Spawn!
I pull out my homework folder from my bag and start on it. I want to finish it so I don’t have to worry about it, which is what Dad says I need to do every day. I get busy on my homework and finish it. I slide my homework into my folder and close my backpack. I push off my bed and walk to the bathroom.
“Kevin.”
Oh yeah, Dad’s home.
I walk out of the small bathroom, lifting my chin.
“Dad. You’re home early.”
“Buddy, I have some free time. Let’s go get something to eat.”
Dad smiles, takes a few steps, and runs his hand through my hair.
“Awesome! Dad, could you take me to Red Robin?”
“Yeah, we can do that. Did you have a good day in school?”
“Yeah, Dad. And I’m done with my homework,” I say, moving my head up and down.
“Fantastic! Good job! Son, I want you to always do your homework. It’s important to me for you to work hard and focus in school. I don’t want you to be an illiterate MC brat.”
“Dad, but I want to be just like you.”
“Buddy, I want you to be someone. You don’t have to be a fucking Satan Warrior. I have money for your college.”
“Dad, you’re someone. You’re the Enforcer.”
“Son, you still can be like me, but smart badass. Come on, let’s go get some grub.”
Cherry
Six years old.
“Come on, Cherry, let’s hide from the boys,” Candy says, pulling my hand.
Candy is like a big sister; she’s older, the same age as my sister Halo.
“Oh my god, where are we going to hide,” I say, looking around the yard.
