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The pain is unbearable, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream.
Instead, I focus on memories I have of Python.
The man who makes me feel like I do indeed deserve better.
And as I cling to that hope, that distant promise of a better life, I know that I will fight with every last ounce of strength in my body.
For myself, for my freedom, and more importantly, for the man who I undoubtedly love.
15
Python
The night is black as ink, only the weak glow of the warehouse lights are piercing through the darkness.
I glance at Zorro and Doom, my brothers in arms, both of them taking in what we walked into.
The club has undoubtedly faced tough times before, but I can say I’ve never walked into a bloodbath quite like this.
Dante’s beside Amara, an arm wrapped around her waist, helping to hold her up. Razor’s there too, on her alternate side.
Amara looks me deadpan in the eyes. “Go, we can handle this.”
I arch a brow. “Are you sure?”
She gives me a curt nod. “Go, Python. We’re all good here. We’re waiting for Alejandro to show up.”
“As long as you’re good,” I state, waiting for her to respond.
She confirms again. “Go, like I said, we’re fine. You need to go get Astra anyway. Take a couple of brothers with you. I don’t want any of us being alone right now.”
With the cartel as an open threat, we really can’t be too careful.
I can’t express how happy I am that everyone at the club has accepted Astra with open arms.
They’re even becoming increasingly protective of her too, and it makes me feel great that she has a support system here too.
I glance over at Zorro and Doom. “Let’s go.”
The three of us leave the warehouse while the rest of the club stays back.
The gravel crunches under our boots as we make our way to our bikes.
Zorro looks over at me as he slides his helmet on. “I’m sure everything is fine, brother. She knows to stay at the shop.”
I take in a deep breath and nod.
Zorro’s right.
Astra knows what to do and she’s probably fine. Still, all the events of this evening have put me on edge.
I swing my leg over my bike and start her up.
My heart races, fueled by a mixture of fear and adrenaline. “I don’t want to waste any time,” I roar over the sounds of our bikes coming to life.
Both Zorro and Doom nod at me, and then we’re off.
We make our way onto the interstate and tear through the dark street.
