F O U R

Ramsay woke at two male voices shouting at each other somewhere in the distance. He blinked his eyes open, glaring at the dirty ceiling above him, and with a groan sat up on the pull-out couch. Understanding the voices were coming from the trailer park, outside somewhere, he stood tiredly and tugged sweatpants over his boxers, leaving them to loosely rest over his hips as he tiredly made his way to the front door.

It was unlocked, signifying his father was gone already. Ramsay hoped it was for work and not to go to the Nest with other Vipers.

With his eyes adjusting to the bright light outside, he thanked the Lord for school holidays and blinked twice more before his pupils focused on the two men screaming at one another, both wearing leather, about to knock each other’s heads open.

“Jones,” Ani murmured, suddenly appearing next to his doorstep. “Do something before they kill each other.” And just like that, she walked back to her trailer where her grandfathe