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12 – NITRO
The wind blows at myback, and I’m alone on this road. After that shit that went down with Axle and the tension between us, I’m not too excited about calling on anybody to have my back. It’s fucked up but true.
Besides, I’m not much in the mood for company tonight. I’m not known for my smooth and easy ways. My temper is unpredictable and explosive when agitated, which is how I earned my road name, Nitro. I sometimes make bad company on good days, and I’m in a dark place tonight.
I started this journey alone, and if it all ends tonight, I guess I’ll end it alone. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect Ryan and keep him from the fate our parents suffered. As an extension, I’m sure he’ll look out for Moni.
I can’t fucking stand how she’s infiltrating my thoughts at every turn now. I’m not a man that’s made for this. Maybe if I can see them through this, I can walk away with their burdens on my back, and my sins won’t taint them too much.
She’d make a good woman for my brother, and I know he’d protect her with everything in him. Somehow that doesn’t sit well in my soul, and I push my bike further than the sixty-five miles I’d been traveling. With every passing second, the speedometer climbs until I reach a hundred.
I damn near miss the cut in the road so deep in my head and becoming one with Grenade the way I always have. It’ll be me and her to the end of time. Even Zeus doesn’t deserve the penalty for my sins. If everything ends tonight, I’m sure Ryan and Moni will look after him.
I smile, thinking about how Zeus has fallen hard for the woman...same as I have. I’m no good for her, though. I can never be what she wants or needs; I can only be me, and she’s made it clear that ain’t good enough for her.
She hates the stink that I bring with me, and the stench of my sins would taint her forever. She’s too damned good for that. That’s the real reason I couldn’t touch her last night. I know I’m doomed to be alone, and I’m good with that. I’ve made my peace with that.
I’d been at the clubhouse all evening after I’d spent the entire morning and afternoon at work, trying to avoid her, checking in with the Prospects assigned to her throughout the day. They’ve all confirmed she hasn’t left the loft.
I slow my bike to a crawl before cutting the engine and riding down the dark dirt trail. I hear the loud music long before I see the haphazard dirty white shack hidden in the trees. The mariachi music works in my favor as it hides the sound of my bike rolling over leaves, which are eventually traded out for my footsteps that tread over the dry leaves littering the ground.
Removing my chain from the back of Grenade, I peer into the darkness and see that the house is lit up. He’s smoking on the porch, and a woman is on his lap. His face is buried in her neck, and she’s laughing and trying to take the joint from his fingers, but he won’t let go.
I skirt around the edge of the trees, staying carefully hidden behind them until I can position myself to see through the windows on the side of the house. I go around the house, carefully staying hidden in the dense treeline until I’m back on the right side again. From what I’ve seen, they are the only ones here.
A brown broken-down El Camino is in the yard next to a red Ford Ranger. I crouch down behind the trees when the woman looks in my direction, but I know she doesn’t see me. I bide my time, moving around occasionally to avoid cramps in my legs. I don’t know how much time passes before she gets off his lap, grabs two seemingly empty beer bottles and heads inside.
The man leans back in his chair and props his hand behind his head, taking another long puff on the joint. I dash from the tree line to the house in a low run and hop over the porch railing within seconds.
Before he can react, I’ve removed my chain and wrapped it around his neck.
“Miguel García. You’re a hard man to find,” I whisper as he clutches at the chain around his neck.
He sputters, and I release the pressure just enough for him to answer me.
“The fuck you say?” I ask.
“Who are you?”
“I’m the Ace of Spades. The one who brings death and doom to my enemies. I’m...the unexpected.”
I tighten the chain again, and his fingers clutch at it as he chokes. Slowly, I release it enough for him to speak again. He chokes and then speaks.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“I’m here to take you to hell...where the Sinners dwell.”
I see the moment his eyes widen, and he realizes that he’s fucked up. He has no idea why a Sinner has come after him, but he knows what that means. We don’t make threats; we just carry out promises. We don’t visit anyone to warn them. If you cross a Sinner, there’s only one expected outcome. Death.
The music stops, and I listen for the woman. I can hear her footfalls, but she doesn’t sound close.
“I’ve got one question for you. The answer determines if you live or die.”
