Wild ridge
~vick~
I found myself back at my brother's club. It had been years since I stepped foot in Westbrook. I decided to leave after graduating high school, refusing to be a part of my father's club. But when he died, my brother Nick took over.
I had left to study and pursue a different career, but shit happened, and now I'm back here, sitting in my brother's office.
"Well, look at you, lil brother. Or should I call you Lightning now?" I smiled up at my brother. His big, muscular figure might intimidate those who didn't know him, but to me, he was still my lil' shithead brother.
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