Notorious

1

"Serves the asshole right!" I heard that unmistakable snarl, and almost wanted to laugh when I realized she still sounded the same.

It wouldn't surprise me if she was still going off about me.

So I opened the door which was always left unlocked; that much hadn't changed in the four years I'd been gone.

Everything else, I was going into completely unknowing. Being away for years, I was prepared for everything and anything. Who was dating who, some of them might have even had kids by now. I might even had nieces and nephews running around, who knows.

The thought that I might have fathered a kid crossed my mind but I tried my fucking hardest to push that to the back of my mind. If I had gotten her pregnant, she probably would've torn the city apart trying to find me just to kick the shit out of me.

"I haven't even been for two minutes and you're already calling me an asshole?" I asked, stepping in the doorway.

The look on her face was priceless when I walked in, I had to try my hardest not to laugh at her reaction and ignored everybody else, who stood on guard, weapons ready because no one was expecting me to come back. I wanted it to be a secret, a surprise.

And damn it, if it didn't work beautifully.

But I wasn't focused on that.

My attention was on the only person in the room rolling her eyes at me. She had definitely grown up and wasn't the same thirteen year old I had underneath me once upon a time.

She was now covered in tattoos, angry black ink looking so odd against her pale skin, like it didn't belong there. Her clean, innocent canvas of skin was now covered in fucking ink, just like every other ratchet around the damn hood.

The only thing I could focus my eyes on was the fucked up tattoo that ran from her chin down the middle of her throat.

Whatever innocence she once carried with her was apparently gone as she gave me a glare that was mean enough to scare Satan himself.

At least her black hair was still the same; even if it was way longer like she hadn't cut it since I'd been gone. It went past her tits and hung nearly to her waist. Speaking of tits, they had definitely gotten bigger as they peaked out from her tight little black tank top.

Hm.

I wondered who had signed for her to get those tattoos 'cause I was gonna smash their skull in.

How could Tyler have agreed to that?

She wouldn't even look at me. If she was bothered by me coming back, she didn't show it one bit. I'd even go as far as to applaud her indifference. Not a lot of girls brushed me off.

Actually, she was the only girl who treated me like I was some incurable disease and didn't want to come anywhere near me. All the other girls threw themselves at me; most panties hit the floor before I'd so much as ran my hands down their bodies.

Tyler was standing there, my oldest brother at a loss for words. His mouth was hung open slightly as he finally smiled.

"What's good, brother?" I asked, smirking and the world around us kind of blurred as Tyler brought me in for a hug; just the two of us like it had been for years.

I'd been gone for so long I almost missed the fucker. Especially since the fucking penitentiary denied any kind of visits or phone calls what so ever for four fucking years. That was their way of getting under my skin seeing as I was such a cocky shit during my trial and banged the nurse that was on duty in the pen, but that's a different story. They felt no contact was a suitable punishment.