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And I was happy to continue down that road. I didn’t expect to live long anyway.
Then I met Ariel.
A girl broken by years of captivity. I was supposed to watch her and make sure she wasn’t abducted again, but I failed. She was taken and her parents were almost killed in the process. At least I managed to keep the two of them from bleeding to death. Unlike how it was with my own parents. But I couldn’t do anything for Ariel.
Thankfully the MC got her back. And I’ve worked hard to be a better man ever since. A man worthy of her.
Turns out such a man doesn’t exist, because she doesn’t want one. And she certainly doesn’t want me.
Now I’ve been ordered to go back to my old ways. And maybe I’ll just stay there.
Edge and I are sitting in a dingy biker bar about five miles outside of our hometown of Pleasantville. Our MC brothers Bane, Archer and Fossil will be here soon. It’s only seven PM but this place is already filled with cigarette smoke and men so drunk they probably don’t remember their own names. The two almost-naked girls on what passes for a stripper stage here are making out, but they’re not very into it and kinda look like they maybe can’t remember their own names either. The music is too loud and too muffled at the same time.
It’s been a while since I’ve been to a place like this. But I used to be a regular.
Bane, Archer, and Fossil are suspected of being the rats—the ones who are working with our enemies against us. They prefer these kinds of joints to our own clubhouse because there are no rules here. And because they’re killers through and through, what’s left of their hearts and their souls less than ash. I almost became them. I thought that’s what I wanted when the pain of everything became too much.
Sometimes I still want that.
To live for killing our enemies and spending the days I’m not doing that so drunk or stoned out of my mind that I don’t remember my own name either.
Ariel is the one stopping me.
But she doesn’t even know it.
“You thinking them deep thoughts again?” Edge asks, breaking my train of thought, which is for the best. It was heading nowhere fast.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He chuckles. He’s been in a very good mood since hooking up with Ice’s daughter Summer. I doubt he’ll be able to convince the three we’re waiting for that we’re still exactly on their level—so caked in hate and bloodlust it’s the only thing we live for.
“You’ve been staring at those two girls Frenching and I don’t think you see them.”
I shrug and stand up. “You’re right, I don’t. I’m getting another beer. You want one?”
“Sure,” he says and finishes the one in front of him.
I could wait for the waitress to come round to our table in her six-inch heels and breasts that are about to explode out of her tight leather bra, but she kinda looks like she doesn’t know her own name either, and I want to stretch my legs. What I actually want to do is to just keep on walking right out of this place.
Once I reach the counter, it takes a few seconds before the bartender notices me. The waitress does too.
“What do you want? I’ll bring it,” she says, casting a fearful glance at the bartender who is one of those guys that just oozes menace.
“Two beers,” I say. “Over there.”
I point at the table where Edge is sitting. And notice the three we’re waiting for walking in.
“Or make it five.”
“Coming right up,” she says, and I bet it was followed by another fearful glance at the bartender. But I didn’t see that. All I see are my three former friends—if I could ever call them that—make their way to Edge’s table.
He won’t be able to fool them into spilling their secrets. He’s too content, too happy—it just wafts out of him these days.
But I can do it. I can make them believe I’m just a killer with nothing to live for. My left arm is covered in notches from wrist to shoulder—one notch for each kill I’ve made, some tattooed on, others cut in. And my hands are black with tats promising the same to any who comes at me or mine.
I can play the role of a heartless and ruthless killer, because it’s still actually who I am. I have nothing to live for but the MC.
Bane, Archer, and Fossil chugged down their beers before the waitress had time to clear the empty bottles off the table. Then Fossil proceeded to slap her on the ass and Bane ordered a bottle of Jack. We’ve been hitting that pretty hard ever since. At this rate, I won’t be making it to the Horse’s Mouth bar in town where everyone is meeting later. Neither will Edge. But he’s not showing any kind of remorse over it. I just wish his attempts at animating the other three worked better than they do.
