Sicko

Summary:

He swore to protect me. He failed. They all failed.

I am an open box of old photos, taken in clear daylight but with a sepia filter. I am the past he tried to forget, and he was the future I needed. When he left four years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. My screams were suddenly muffled by cruelty and suppressed even further by pain. But he came back. He's no longer the sweet foster brother I secretly had a crush on, or the bad, rich brat I didn't want to love. He's the ruthless vice president of the Wolf Pack MC, and he no longer goes by the name Royce Kane. He goes by Sicko.