Initiation: A Novella (Initiation Trilogy Book 1) by Franny Marie Page A

let my head fall and run my hand on the back of my neck in frustration. I then lift my head and stare out to the front of me, rubbing my hands together, thinking long and hard about what I don't want to do but have to do. Sighing as I get up from my porch and get into my Mustang, I start up the engine and head down the road.
                  After driving around for a while, I end up back at the same house Leanne partied at. I park across the street from the place and get out. I lean against my car door taking a deep breath before heading on over. Taking a look back at my car, I can only hope no one tries to fuck it up again while I'm inside. I head up the few steps to the house and knock firmly on the door.
                  When the door finally opens up, a guy stands in front of me. He looks like the same age as Leanne with his dark blonde hair spiked and wearing a white T-shirt and baggy brown shorts.
                  “Who the fuck are you?” he asks, annoyed as he rubs his eyes and looks me up and down, hungover.
                  “You don't know me,” I begin, but he interrupts.
                  “Damn right I don't, now bye,” he confirms and tries to shut the door in my face, but before he can, I put my hand and foot in the door to stop him.
                  “Wait a minute.”
                  “What the hell you want?” He’s more annoyed than before and looks at me with a disgusted look.
                  “I need to talk to you about the party you had Saturday night,” I say as I raise my eyebrows, letting him know I was serious just from the look in my eyes. I don’t back down as he tries to stare me down. I’m not intimidated easily.
                  He sighs, giving up, and opens the door wider, letting me walk inside.
                  “So what's up?” he says as he stands behind the counter of the bar and takes out a bottle of alcohol with two glasses. He sets them down on the bar and starts to fill them up evenly, the sloshing of the drink echoes in my ears.
                  “The party you had that night, were you here?” I ask as I take a seat on the bar stool across from him.
                  “What the fuck kind of question is that? Hell yeah I was here. It was my party,” he scoffs and slides the cup of liquor my way.
                  “Look, I can deal without your attitude and sarcasm. Just answer my damn question.” I can’t help it, but I slam my fist down on the bar, making him jump. He knows then that I’m for real as the look in his eyes changes to someone who actually might care.
                  “Sorry. What happened?”
                  “My baby sister, Leanne, was here that night. Did you happen to see her when she walked in?” I ask, my eyes never leaving his.
                  “Oh, the one that came in wearing the purple striped shirt and had long, jet black hair? Yeah, I saw her, she was hot as fuck,” he says with a smirk and taking a sip of his drink, allowing the burning liquid to slide down his throat.
                  In reply, I roll my eyes, already feeling pissed off and wanting to sock him in the fucking face.
                  “Yeah, her,” I confirm, annoyed.
                  His eyes grow wide as he looks me over once more.
                  “Oh my God! You're the one that's in that gang! Big, overprotective brother, Collin! Nobody messes with you!” he says in a tremulous tone and takes a step back. “I apologize for earlier, the names Devon.” His voice is low and somewhat deep as he holds out his hand for me to shake.
                  “Devon,” I ignore his offer. “Don't worry I'm not going to kick your ass or anything, even though you deserve one after what you just said about my sister, but right now, I