Sins of the Father by Marie James

I’m not confused about my position in life.

I’m not looking for answers to explain why I am the way I am.

This is the logic others use to try to make sense of me. According to them,
there has to be a reason for my apathy. There has to be some sort of
explanation for the calculating way I run my Club. There has to be a root cause
for my depravity.

They can’t wrap their heads around the fact that I’m evil, that I’m darkness
personified. Doing so would force them to acknowledge that the Devil has left
Hell and is living among them.

Most people may think I’m Satan, but I answer to Lynch, President of the Ravens
Ruin MC, and the Antichrist doesn’t have sh*t on me.