Hallowed Eve by Foster Delaney

Author:Foster, Delaney [Foster, Delaney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dark
Amazon: B09QG5XVRK
Goodreads: 60133257
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-03-24T00:00:00+00:00

I did end up embarrassing him, and he never let me forget it. It took me three swings to kill that man. The rage wasn’t inside me then. I was just another teenage boy trying to live a normal life in an extraordinary world. The poison of the Brotherhood hadn’t seeped into my veins… yet.

But something about killing a man before you finish puberty changes shit inside of you. As the blood poured out of the man known as Greed’s body, a darkness crept inside mine. If feeling the crunch of a man’s bones underneath the blade of an axe and hearing his screams behind a cloth rag as his tears and blood soaked the earth wasn’t enough to fuck a kid up for life, I didn’t know what was.

I saw the change in Chandler and Caspian too. It awakened a beast inside us all. We just decided to feed ours in different ways. I fed mine hatred and rage with a drug and alcohol chaser. I was an embarrassment to my father, even though I’d sold my soul to prove I was worthy of our last name. He hated me. I hated him more. Up until the day Lyric took my hand after her mother’s funeral, I didn’t care about anything. How could I? I killed one man to earn the respect of another man who refused to love me. How could a person who thought so little of another’s life pretend to give a shit about his own—or anyone else’s?

But then Lyric grabbed my hand and asked me to take her away, to escape, to leave the pain behind. And that was what I did. I became her escape. We became each other’s escape. Right until the night I grabbed her hand and took her too far.

She was dead because of me. I knew she didn’t do drugs. It was the one part of me she wanted nothing to do with. Still, I showed up at her apartment with a nose bag asking her to sniff it off my cock, not caring if she’d said yes or no. I fucked her anyway. I fucked her with a line of coke coating my dick and her heart stopped beating because of it.

Now there was no more escape. There was only the hatred and the rage.

Tonight was fight night. Sacred Night. Better known as Hallowed Eve. It was the one night my demons were allowed to roam free. I only fought three times a year because I trained hard and fought harder. There was only so much I could put my body through. The rest of the time I just hosted.

There was always a sold-out crowd.

There was always some new punk with more nuts than talent.

There was always blood.

And no one got in without an invitation.

My father, who was getting ready to toss his name onto the presidential ballot, reminded me daily that appearances were everything. Maybe that was why I chose to look like Death—because that was who I was.

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