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“I, Grayson Black, President of the Cruz Kings MC, sentence Eddie Gunn to death for his sins against us.”
Together, Zoe and I step forward, mine in my left hand and Zoe’s in her right. I stare at the man who used to be my best friend, knowing that was a fucking lie too.
“One, two,” I count, “three.”
In unison, Zoe and I plunge our knives into the center of Gunner’s chest, breaking through bone and piercing the beating organ that’s been fighting to keep him alive with a pop.
My eyes lock with Zoe’s, both of us breathing deeply from the emotion of this act, and like we had planned it, but actually hadn’t even said a word to each other, we both twist the blades embedded in his chest just for good measure as finally, we all get the peace we’ve been seeking, and Gunner never takes another breath again.
Even though his heart has stopped, when I drop my hand away, Zoe’s remains. Tilting my head to get a better look at her face, I see so much rage wash over her, a growl like sound reverberating from her chest as she curls her top lip and bares her teeth.
“This is for my mom.” She chokes out, her hand pulling the knife free before she lets loose a feral scream and plunges it into his right eye. “And this is for Leslie!” She screeches, tugging the knife free and burying it in his left eye.
A loud sob bursts past her lips, and I risk placing my hand on her shoulder, unsure if she’s here with us right now, or lost in her head.
She doesn’t flinch at my touch, instead standing taller, her chest heaving as she pulls the blade free again.
“And this is for the man my dad used to be before you had Irina brainwash him.”
Closing both of her fists around the hilt, she shoves the sharp tip up under his blood-soaked bush beard, right through his throat.
Fuck.
I didn’t expect her to do that, but I’m fucking glad she did if it helps her to get some semblance of fucking closure over all of this.
Slowly, Zoe turns to face everyone, her eyes glassy with tears, but her chin high and her shoulders back.
“It’s over. The Cruz Kings can now reign in peace.”
I’ve never felt fucking prouder.
Reaching down, I link my fingers with hers, gaining her attention as her blue stormy gaze locks with mine.
“I fucking love you, Zo.”
Her lips spread wide in one of the sincerest smiles I’ve seen her give me. “I fucking love you too, Gray.”
Zoe
January 1st
Dear diary…
I’m not sure I like the idea of writing to an inanimate object. Maybe I’ll pretend I’m writing to myself—future me.
Hi future me. This is… us… me… you, but a past version.
If you/I read this years from now, and have forgotten why this seemed important, I suppose that’s a good thing. But at the same time, I want to remember the why.
With all the downtime I have now, since I don’t constantly need to look over my shoulder, I’ve had time to reflect on the past. Especially my time with the Reapers. And while the obvious things are the worst, there’s one thing in particular I can’t shake.
Not knowing something as simple and trivial as the date… ugh. That’s something I never want to experience again. It’s hard to explain why it’s so significant to me. Fuck, I’m not even sure I fully understand it.
But here I am—still dwelling on it. So I’m trying something new.
My New Year’s resolution is to commemorate something from every day. And what better place is there to start than at thebeginning?
It’s almost seven in the morning, and the New Year celebrations have only just died down. I’m not going to lie, I’m tired as fuck, beyond buzzed—not to mention freshly fucked.
