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Fuck. I jog across the parking lot to the van that is stashed in the darkest corner. Sliding my hand along the front wheel, I find the keys and climb in, tossing my bag on to the passenger seat.
I head to the MC, I use the back road that comes in near the lodges, and I set to work. Once I’ve got everything sorted, I head to my apartment. It’s so empty with no one here. I don’t like it. I wish things could be different; I wish I could have the life I want, but I never get what I want. I don’t think I deserve it. I’ve been a questionable human being at best. I drag the mattress off the bed and throw it over the balcony. I grab my cut and head for the stairs, pulling out the phone and dialling.
“Send the texts.”
“You sure?”
“Just do it.”
“See you on the other side.”
“K.F.D!”
“K.F.D. Come back to us!”
I hang up and wait. The next thing I know, there are bikes and trucks everywhere, and the whole place looks like it’s being evacuated. As the stragglers leave, I head into the clubhouse and through to the rooms. I make short work of what I need to, and I leave. As I get outside the headlights of a lone bike arrive, and I hide in the shadows.
The figure heads towards the front of the bar, then his phone chimes, and he reaches into his pocket before heading back to his bike and then up the dirt track towards the barn. I run back into the clubhouse as best I can and set everything in motion, jogging out of the back door and up to the barn. I catch my breath before I walk in, and he’s inside.
“Miss me, motherfucker?”
“Ray?” He gasps. “You’re… you’re…?”
“Alive? Yes! … here? Yes! Pissed? Double yes! You played me!” I point at him as I stalk into the barn. “You helped torture me for five fucking weeks, and you’re gonna fucking pay. I thought you were my brother? But the whole time, you were working against us, against them. Any last requests?”
“Ray, don't do this you don’t understand. I had no choice.”
“Funny, because you had a choice when you sliced my arm every day so I’d know how many days no one gave a shit about me, or from the white-hot screwdriver you forced into my underarm arm every time that I wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to know, or what about the times you pulled my finger nails out with pliers because I wouldn’t submit and say I would join him? Or what about my fucking eye? My face? I’m lucky I’m not blind, and that’s only because you were such a fucking pussy that you failed, or what about the times you punched me when you couldn’t get it up while I was tied down just to feel like a fucking man? So let’s go. Let’s see how long you can be a man while I’m untied.”
“You don’t want to do this, Ray. He’ll come for you.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it.” I stalk towards him and punch him straight in the face. He drops to the floor, wailing like a little bitch. “Is that it? Is that all you’ve fucking got, you snivelling piece of shit?”
I kick him while he’s down and walk over to the scanner on the back wall, opening up my office. I kick him in the face, and he’s about out of it. “Well, you’re as disappointing as your fucking name. They couldn’t have chosen a more fucking fitting name.”
I drag him down the stairs and lock him in the cell, then I end this, setting everything off. There’s no going back from here. They will either hate me and forget about me or hate me and hunt me. I’m fine with either. I’ve made my peace with it all. I’ve had five weeks to plan, and this will end my life as I know it. Whether I come back from it is a different matter entirely.
Before making my exit, I take one last look at the place I thought would be my forever home before turning my back on it and walking back to the van. As the flames start to lick the buildings, I can already hear the fire trucks coming, so I disappear, leaving my world behind me, burn world burn! I’m going down in a blaze of glory, and this time, I’ve got a one-way ticket to hell.
Pulling out the phone as I drive away, I say, “It’s done! There’s a little something for you in the office. Make that fucker squeal. Let me know if you find anything useful. Emergency contact retro, see you on the other side, Brother!”
“Love you, Ray, make him fucking pay!”
I hang up and just drive. I've left them a nice little reminder of what they’ve done and what I’m capable of. Hopefully, they’ll heed my warning and stay away.
I head north to regroup, rebuild and replay my plan, I’m burning the world down, and I’m taking every fucker with me who stands in my way. You want to rebrand yourself as Dante fucking Crane? Well, whatever you want to call yourself, you just lit the match on my fuse. I’m going to ground and regain my strength, but Hades help you when I come back!
Steel
There’s a knock on the door to our waiting room. Ares steps forward and opens it to a nurse standing there, “Gentleman,” she greets. “There’s a group of… men to see you in the outer waiting room.”
“What?” Ares barks at her. It’s the middle of the fucking night, and our brothers and Scar are sleeping. There’s only me and Ares awake.
“Come on, let's see what’s happening,” I say as I stretch out of the seat. We follow the nurse, and as we walk into the outer waiting room, the rest of the club is there.
“What the fuck are you all doing here?” Ares spits clearly snappy from the sleep deprivation we all have.
Savage waves his phone. “You messaged us all and told us to get our asses here now. We thought something might be wrong with Ray.”
