The Introduction Pt. 2

[Dreamscape]

I stayed getting into trouble growing up. Problem child I guess. When I first got locked up and sent to juvi for the summer the judge told me it was probably cause I was a orphan. He knew my father and basically told me I was cut from the same cloth. Wasn't gonna be shit. Wasn't gonna amount to much. Fuck him. He didn't know me. He didn't know anything about me. I'm not my father. He's no father of mine. He was just a sperm donor who I didn't care to bother in thanking him for shooting his seed in my mom to make me.

I didn't get into the club until I was like nineteen. Mike wasn't tryna let some punk kid in his charter no matter who my father was. That's what I thought at first but turns out it was a club rule. Couldn't get in the club till I was old enough. I could of got in the moment I turned eighteen but Mike told me I had to graduate high school first. Guess he was tryna look out for me or whatever. I'm twenty four now so I been in the club for a while now. I did my dirt. I did a couple stints in county cause of some of the shit I did. Wouldn't of went if I wasn't stupid and got caught. Oh well. Can't say the shit wasn't fun.

I normally work at this bakery the club uses as a front, Ralph's Bakery. Yeah...Like somebody actually wants to buy a cake from a guy named Ralph. Actually the food ain't too bad to be perfectly honest. Yes. We actually do bake stuff. I don't, I just take the orders to keep up appearances and what not. This guy Ralph and his wife are actually the ones who cook. Ralph was Mike's brother in-law. Was he a Reaper? Of course. Why wouldn't he be? That's what went on up front. The real club stuff went on the upper levels. That's where I was today just hanging around keeping to myself as usual. Looking at this damn LDFC contract.

Still can’t believe I actually printed this shit out. Is this really a route I want to take right now? I shrugged my shoulders and stopped being a bitch about it. Picked up a pin and started filling the damn thing out. Maybe it could be something to keep me the hell out of trouble...Psh..Yeah right. Knowing me it’ll just be something else to fuck up. I don’t care. If those other dudes can dabble into some shit like this why can’t I? Hell that Perrello guy signed to MLC.

“What’s that, Wolfy?”

I looked up from the contract after I heard Mike’s voice. He looked down at the piece of paper and my first intention was to hide it from him but he’s my President. I can’t hide anything away from him. Not this anyways.

“Some wrestling school or whatever out in Carolina. Thinking bout signing up for it.”

Mike looked at me like he didn’t believe me at first then a smile crept on his face.

“First Winters and them boys..And now you, huh? Look, you can finish that later. I need you to do something for me.”

Of course he did...I was always the one to go and do “something” for em. I didn’t mind. I enjoyed doing these sort of things. Gave me something to do. I sat down the pen and grabbed my leather jacket. “What is it?”

“It’s this kid at the University. Been throwing these parties and ain’t paid up for the goods. Need you to handle that.”

I nodded and didn’t ask any questions. He handed me a piece of paper with the punks name on it before I left. I didn’t need to take anybody with me. I always worked alone. Mike knew that and was probably why he even wanted me to handle this and nobody else.

[REC]

“Alright here we go again. Round two of this shit talking deal. Go figure I have to go up against this Malo feller again. I didn’t think feller would give me as hard of a fight like he did. I ain’t think this shit would be as hard as it is. I’m still learning though. Still tryna get used to being here. Still can’t even believe I’m actually here but whatever.

First time around ain’t one of us walk out with our hands held up. Instead we kept that shit going. Neither of us wanted to quit. Well at least I didn’t want to. I wasn’t about to stop until one of us was the feller down. And that feller down wasn’t gonna be me, that’s for damn sure.”