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“The target's photo and where you’ll find her are in the envelope.” His eyes drop to the brown envelope on the table. With my smoke balanced between my lips, I squint my eyes to stop the smoke from burning as I reach over for it.
“She comes back in no worse a state than you picked her up in…” Prez warns, slamming his hand over mine before I can lift the envelope away. “Your job is to hold her, Brax.”
“I don’t get my kicks outta hurtin’ women,” I remind him, my jaw tensing. Sure, I can be a ruthless bastard when I have to be, I’m known across the Charters for the zero fucks I give.
But even I have hard limits.
My morals may be few, but I honor them.
“You better get out of here, pack up the shit you’ll need. I’ll be in touch within a week.” Prez hands me a burner phone and I slide the envelope inside my cut, leaving without the pleasantries of goodbyes.
Some brothers are gathered around their bikes in the yard when I get outside. They look curiously at me when they see where I’ve come from. A one-to-one with Prez always catches attention around here.
“Everything good?” My brother Nyx lifts his chin at me.
“Yeah, all good,” I assure him, side glancing the others in the hope they’ll get the hint and stay outta my business.
“Troj, come give me a hand with the new stock.” Jessie straightens up from the wall he’s propped against.
“What stock?” Troj crushes his smoke out under his boot, looking up cluelessly.
“Just move your ass.” Jessie throws his eyes toward the club doors, leading a confused Troj away and leaving me alone with my brother.
The whole club were shocked when they found out the secret I’d been keeping, but none more than Nyx. I’ve given him space so he can come to terms with the whole thing, and I know he still ain’t fully forgiven me for the shit I pulled with him and his old lady. But these past few weeks, I’ve noticed him loosen up a little around me.
“Ella and the kid okay?” I check.
“Yeah, they’re good. Ell’s kinda stressing out over this whole weddin’ business, but I reckon she’s enjoying it. Bitches are weird like that…”
Nyx clears his throat and looks back at me awkwardly. He may not know that much about me, but we both know I don’t have the first clue about women. For me, pussy is a form of entertainment, and when it comes to the opposite sex, I have no intentions on delving any deeper than that.
“I’m headin’ out for a few days.” I pull the leather gloves out my back pocket and slide them over my fingers.
“Job for Prez?” Nyx states the fucking obvious, seeing I just came out of the chapel where this Charter hold all their meetings.
“Yeah.” I keep things simple, ain’t like I know shit to tell him anyway.
“You’ll be back for the weddin’ though, right?” The way his brows scrunch together hints that it means something to him that I’m there.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I assure him, Nyx sniggers at the sarcasm in my tone.
“I know it ain’t ya thing, but it’s important to Ella. She got this whole thing in her head about family right now,” he looks down at the ground where his boot makes a divot in the dry earth. Like me, he doesn’t find things like this easy to talk about. Guess the inability to show feelings is in our DNA.
But with Nyx, his girl and that kid are his exception, when it comes to them he wears that shit on his sleeve with pride.
And that’s where the two of us differ. Nyx has the ability to love. I ain’t cursed with that weakness. I offer loyalty, but never affection, because my existence centers around something very different. My soul doesn’t seek the love of a woman, it lusts for vengeance, and it craves destruction.
“I’ll be there,” I promise, distracting myself before those thoughts overpower me, there’s only one way of releasing once they do, and today I got shit to take care of.
“Be careful,” Nyx mutters, so quietly I almost don’t hear him.
“Don’t waste your worries on me, kid.” I surprise myself when my hand automatically reaches up and scuffs up his hair. It’s what Mama would do to me when she knew I was worried about something. Nyx don't need to know that though.
Nyx smirks as he shoves me off him with a strength that I can’t help being impressed at.
Shaking my head with a smirk of my own, I straddle my bike and kick it to start before riding up to my cabin.
When I get inside, I pack up enough clothes to last me a few days. I can assess what other supplies I'll need when I see where Prez has got me holding the girl. Then, after pulling the large trunk out from under my bed, I open it and scan over the contents, contemplating what I need.
