Prologue
Ten years ago
Lucas Blakely flicked his cigarette onto the pavement before exhaling the last puff of smoke into the air. Life was good. Life was fucking good. Becoming part of The Skulls was the best decision he ever made. They were all a family, and even though he was a prospect, getting all the shitty jobs, he didn’t care at all. He’d rather be shoveling shit for the club than doing anything else with his life. Zero knew how bad life could be without the club, and he wasn’t going to do anything to turn it to shit. For the first time in his life he felt like he finally belonged. His parents didn’t give a shit about him, and neither did any of the family in his life. The only real family he had besides the club was Prudence and Trevor. Prudence, however, always went by the name Prue. He’d do anything for the brother and sister pair. Thinking about his two friends, he wondered what Trevor had gotten himself into. His friend wasn’t known for making good decisions, but Lucas wouldn’t worry. Trevor wouldn’t do anything stupid to put Prue in danger. The one thing Lucas could guarantee was Prue’s protection. He cared about her more than any other woman in his life. She deserved true happiness after everything she’d gone through.
Relaxing, Lucas stared up at the night sky feeling calm, relaxed, and alive. He wasn’t going to leave The Skulls. Getting his patch was going to be the best thing he ever achieved in his life. He dropped out of school at a young age without a single certificate to his name. Tiny made sure he achieved a mechanic’s certificate, giving him the excuse to work on cars in his free time. All of the men he met were qualified to work on the machines.
With The Skulls he could be himself without any worry. They accepted him for who he was rather than what they expected.
Feminine giggling caught his attention, and he saw Lash and Nash messing around. The two men already had their club names while he had to wait for his. They were also prospects and working to be patched in. Tiny was a fair leader and never showed favoritism even with the two brothers living with him. Running a hand over his face, Lucas threw the cigarette away and started back inside. His cell phone rang, and he pulled it out accepting the call.
“Lucas?” Trevor asked, sounding terrified.
Frowning, he looked around the grounds, not seeing anything suspicious.
“Trevor, what’s up?”
They hadn’t seen each other in over two months. The last time they were together they had spent the weekend drunk off their faces. He recalled Prue cursing and cleaning up the mess they’d created.
“I’ve fucked up, man. Shit, I need your help. I’m so fucking fucked.”
Lucas heard the nerves in his friend’s voice. Feeling his gut clench, he glanced down at the time. It was past ten on a Friday. The club was roaring with life. Men were fucking and drinking, the action finally starting to get good.
“Where are you?” Lucas asked.
“I’m in a hotel outside of Fort Wills. The, erm, fuck, er, it’s called The Central Point, whatever the fuck that means. I need your help. Fuck, it hurts,” Trevor whimpered over the line. The panic was clear to Lucas.
“It doesn’t matter what it’s called. Just stay put. I know where you are. I’ll be there soon. Don’t go anywhere.”
He pocketed his phone, grabbed his bike, and drove out of the compound. Lucas tried to think about what was going on with his friend. What had Trevor gotten himself into? Lucas didn’t want to think about it, but he knew it was bad.
Lucas climbed off his bike seeing the name of the hotel was the same that Trevor said.
One of the doors in the corner opened, and Lucas paused as he saw his friend. Trevor was usually so full of life, running everywhere. No one could stop him or hold him down. Staring at his friend, Lucas saw him holding his stomach. Even in the dim lighting he spotted the blood and the paleness on his face.
Panicking, he ran to Trevor’s side.
“Fuck, what are you doing? You should be in the hospital.” He pulled his cell phone out ready to call for an ambulance.
Trevor stopped him. “No, no hospital. If I go then Prue doesn’t stand a chance.”
“What? What the fuck is going on?” They were on the ground outside of Trevor’s room. Tears filled Lucas’s eyes as he looked down at his friend. The fucker was dying in his arms, and Lucas couldn’t let that happen. They were best friends. He needed to save him. They had been together forever, and Lucas intended to get him patched in with The Skulls.
“I fucked up.” Trevor gasped, groaning.
“Stop talking.”
“No! No hospital. I’m not going to the hospital. They’ll kill me, and then they’ll be after Prue. I can’t do that to her. She deserves so much better. Fuck!”