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The man walked over to me. “Solomon, my name is James Doherty. I’m the President of the Golden Skulls. What happened?”
I said nothing.
I didn’t know this man.
I didn’t care who he was or what he did to me.
Fucker could die with the rest of them for all I cared about. I wasn’t going to let anyone touch me ever again.
I would kill them all.
“I told you the crazy retard doesn’t speak!” Toxic shouted, storming over to me. Before he could even touch me, I had him up against the wall, my hand around his neck. “No.”
James laughed. “Sounds like he can speak just fine, Toxic.”
Dropping Toxic, I walked over and sat at the bar.
The brother behind it backed up, moving slowly away from me. They all did that since I killed seven of them.
Fuckers were the worst of the worst.
I was minding my own business when Toxic and seven other brothers walked into the clubhouse three days ago. Toxic was happy and laughing with the brothers when I heard him say, “Fucking bitch deserved it and when I get my hands on that little bitch Jess, I will fucking kill her like I did her mother.”
That was all it took.
One minute I was sitting at a table, the next I was dripping in blood as I killed those seven men just for laughing. I hadn’t heard Toxic mention Cassie or Jess since he dragged me kicking and screaming to the clubhouse. But when I heard that Toxic killed Cassie and that Jess was missing, I couldn’t take any more.
Toxic only survived because the remaining brothers tackled me, beating me within an inch of my life, but the damage was done.
I had become just like them.
I was a killer.
One they cultivated and molded. I found it was easy to kill too, and I liked the feel of their blood on my hands.
“Solomon, why did you kill your brothers?”
“Not brothers,” I growled as James took a few steps back.
I stood my ground as the Prez turned to Toxic and asked, “What the fuck did you do to him? He was supposed to be protected. There’s no life in his eyes. He’s a fucking killer!”
“I can’t deal with him anymore, Prez. He’s fucking crazy. He doesn’t listen to anyone and now this. Seven of my brothers are dead because of him. He needs to be locked up in a looney bin!”
“Why is he even here? Cassie was watching him.”
“Cassie’s dead. Died three days ago. Someone broke into her place and strangled her. Jess ran off. I can’t watch him and look for my kid.”
Motherfucker was lying through his God damned teeth.
Getting to my feet, Toxic scurried back fast, bumping into several of the men who came with the President. Neither of them touched Toxic, all stepping aside until the fucker fell on his ass.
“Fuck, Toxic,” the Prez snarled. “He’s only sixteen!”
“You said it yourself, Prez. He’s a killer.”
“Enough of this shit,” James shouted, then looked back at me. “I’m not killing a kid. That’s final. The only thing I can do is patch him in. He needs the protection the club can provide.”
“He’s a crazy motherfucking killer! He needs to be put down!”
