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Devil
Never in a f*****g million years did I expect I’d be given a chance to help put that fucker behind bars. Sully knew all about that pile of s**t part of my life, and we discussed it over our pizza, Ricky even dragging his a*s down after I’d smashed my fist on his door until he’d answered.
He sat broody as hell, nursing a beer after only a single slice while Dasia flitted around the kitchen area, cleaning up and grabbing us some cold beers.
We ended up hanging out in the club afterward with its handful of pledges and a few other brothers in for their week night drinks and darts. In a corner, I hunkered over my laptop, pulling up too many f*****g memories for my liking. While only one newspaper and station reported on the accusations against the priest, I knew I wasn’t going to p
