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Most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was kind and wouldn’t have hurt anyone the way they hurt her. There was nothing that could make up for what I lost following that night, but I was sure as hell ready to find vengeance for it. I stood up and was about to cut out his eyes when I heard something dripping and turned my head.
“WHAT. THE. FUCK?” I quietly growled when Dagger stepped out of the darkness covered in blood.
“You said not the head, throat, and arteries, but boss the neck bleeds a lot too,” he explained as he pointed at where he sliced the man’s neck.
“You know where his artery is,” I lowered my voice, and Dagger smiled. He loved this type of stuff, the violence and gore. The women and drugs were a bonus, one he used often. Dagger was born to wear his cut, but I wavered from time to time with mine. I often wondered how the hell he lived this long, but I already knew. He survived because he was loyal to men like me.
When I got arrested, Dagger was the one who came to my trial and testified that he might have been there. He gave them reasonable doubt even though they had a photo of me standing over Tavern’s body from the police cruiser’s camera. Dagger claimed he was pissing in the tree line when the cops arrived and couldn’t remember which one of us killed Tavern. He was the reason I wasn’t in here alone for the three years. Ty showed up last year on a theft charge claiming he missed us, but Dagger had been in here with me every day. He was the reason I only got three years and not fifteen. My best fucking friend sometimes acted like a moron, but he would never let me go down alone. “Boss,” Dagger whispered when he looked at the man on the bed. He was noticing the same thing I had. He recognized him from that night. “You should kill him a lot.”
“He’s dead, Dagger,” I responded as I used the toilet next to the dead man’s bed to rinse off Dagger’s shoes.
“He’s not dead enough,” Dagger replied and slammed his knife into the man’s head between his eyes. The blade broke off as it pushed into bone, but Dagger made sure it went in as deep as he could get it. Seems like I wasn’t the only one still reeling from losing her that night.
“Are you good now?” I questioned, and Dagger just stared at him.
“Won’t bring her back,” he growled, and I knew how he felt.
“Dagger,” I tried to find some words of reassurance, but I had none. There was nothing to say, nothing that would change what happened.
“Should have fileted him,” Dagger mumbled as we started cleaning up as best as we could before the floor turned red. I gave Dagger my blade and slipped his broken knife handle into the dead man’s hand to make it look like a brutal suicide. Anyone with a pulse would know he didn’t do that to himself, but the warden would ensure they wrote it up that way.
Stepping out of the cell, I cleared my throat, and the guard pulled his key back out. I motioned to him to check the door closest to him.
I could tell what his answer was when he reached the room, but waited until he shook his head and held up two fingers -telling me to go to the laundry room- before stepping outside the cell.
Four days in a row an inmate with a price on his head evaded me. I knew going to the laundry room meant the warden was about to find out I still hadn’t completed my list from last week. I still hadn’t killed the man who constantly eluded me. It wasn’t like I was roaming my own streets and could come and go as I pleased. This was prison, and the motherfucker was good at hiding.
Thick blood began seeping through the bars and into the hallway as we ducked back into our passageway that was last used during the Great Depression.
We made it out and went to the laundry where the warden was waiting for us with fresh white scrubs, which is what the kitchen staff wore, and told me I was pulling potato peeling duty till they allowed me back into my room. I liked kitchen duty; it gave me time to work on my carving skills. Never know when it might come in handy on the streets or in here.
The siren sounded and locked everyone down as policy stated would happen when a violent act happens inside the prison.
“Is it done?” He asked, and I gave him a nod, as the siren finally quieted down.
“It was messy,” Dagger spoke as he dropped his pants and showed how the blood soaked through his clothes. He was going to have to shower. “Can I get out of prison with K?” He asked like a kid asking to go play outside.
“No.”
The warden wasn’t someone to mess with or ask favors from. The only reason we were doing his dirty work at all is because he was once one of us. Out on the streets the warden held no rank, but inside the prison he was over us all. He kept us safe in exchange for handling people he deemed a threat to his money flow or his position of power. In here it’s better to be the hunter than to become the hunted, so we did as we were ordered.
There were only two ways out of the club: Run and hide or in a body bag.
“Mash wasn’t in his room,” I told the warden, who looked like an elderly man who spent too much time at the gym. He wasn’t happy with my news as he crossed his arms and waited for me to either accept defeat or deal with it. “I have five more days, I’ll handle it.”
“See that you do, or his fate will become yours,” the Warden warned before he walked away.
Over the next five days I handled two more people for the warden and made promises to come and visit Dagger, who was seriously upset about staying the extra six months and missing the season beginning to Truck Warriors - Demolition Edition.
Those five days came and went quicker than my trial, more speedily than the cops who chased us, swifter than the jury coming back with the guilty verdict, and faster than my old lady leaving.
But five days later, Mash was dead, and I was free.
Karma
Two years later
“I love freedom,” Dagger shouted as he shot his gun into the air and danced naked around a fire pit while the rest of the bikers drank, smoked, and fucked their way through the stash at the house. The prospects had been waiting over a year to get patched in and tonight they finally got it. Now they were being broken in with drugs, alcohol, and club whores.
