“Damn, that’s fucked,” Blaine says, looking at me with concern. “So, where does that leave you?” “That’s the million-dollar question, ain’t it?” I force a laugh. “I feel obligated to join. Like it’s a part of my destiny. I mean, I’ve been wearing my pop’s jacket for years like I’m already a member anyway…” I trail off, trying to collect my thoughts. “So, I guess that’s where it leaves me. Stuck to take care of my family, fill the role that’s been left for me. I’ll never be more than Silas Richards—the thug, the gang member—and there isn’t anything anyone can do about it.”
