AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’d been able to read between the lines and understood that there were no holds barred in doing whatever was required to care for what Rage considered theirs. Drake had explained that Rage counted several very important and famous women as theirs. Phoenix of the Trusts was his wife, which shocked me. Yeah, I knew her name but didn’t know she was married to a biker. An author was also mentioned, and a local woman who was influential in the antiquity community.
The diversity of their ladies showed one thing, Rage was clean. Those women couldn’t afford scandal attached to their names. Happily, my mind was put at rest. What bothered me was I had been in the business of saving lives, not taking them. Could I do a complete personality turnaround and seek a way of reasonably taking a life?
Several times, I’d worked the ER as a student and seen criminals brought in. One instance stood out. A young woman had been raped, and she’d badly wounded her attacker, so he was brought in alongside her. While they’d been kept separate, and her rapist cuffed, the girl was terrified he would get free and come after her. For a moment, I’d wanted to murder him for what he’d done to her. The scars he would leave behind wouldn’t only be physical but mental.
I’d shoved my feelings aside and did as the doctor on call asked, but those emotions rose again. Could I kill if had to? Deep searching my concerns, I slowly came to understand that in a circumstance like that, yes, I could easily do it and not let it bother me. Scum always needed putting down because they usually got out and repeated their offences even if they went to prison.
In the six months I’d spent inside, I’d met some of the darkest and most evil souls in existence. Several of those I’d shared time with had confessed they’d get the person who locked them up. Considering some were abusive partners, it made my blood chill. I couldn’t stop every piece of shit from walking this earth, but I could do my part in protecting the innocent. And should I fail? Could I take revenge for them? That I could indeed live with. And without shame.
My time in prison exposed me to a side of life I didn’t really understand existed. And I’d suffered a hard fight for survival. A rich black man inside was a target. And I’d fought several times and held my own, gaining respect. The two beatings by guards had been uncalled for as I’d not done anything wrong. Once, I was dragged from the cell, beaten, and ordered to stay in line, which was a warning. What the fuck for? I never found out. The second, I’d been in the back of the tv room when a violent struggle erupted. I’d not even been close to it, but security had laid about with batons. When I put my hands up in surrender, one had struck me half to death.
Well, I’d got my revenge on him. My lawyer ensured those two men had been named in the suit against the prison, and I’d destroyed their careers. When he checked if they had assets I could sue for, it turned out they were both borderline bankrupt, so it wasn’t worth going after them. Instead, I shamed them and made fucking sure they never got another decent-paying job.
I had vengeance in my heart, and I’d acted upon it. The cunt who set me up to take the fall for his drugs had been sentenced harshly, and I testified at his trial how he’d destroyed my life. The little bastard had sat there smirking until he understood that my testimony had sent him down, and for the longest time possible. He was cursing me when he’d been led away. If I had the option to put a bullet in his brain, would I? The straight answer was yes. He’d shown me hate.
And he wasn’t alone in that. My family had also taught me to despise and to be wary and cautious. The outgoing, friendly young man I’d been was gone, and nothing remained apart from the guy who’d learnt life’s harsh lessons. I was twenty-six and jaded. I’d turn twenty-seven in September and had fuck-all but a bunch of cash. Surely I deserved more? No career, no home, nobody to give a shit if I died.
I was worth more than that.
I got to my feet; it was nine o’clock on a Saturday. Someone would still be awake on Rage.
???
I parked my Harley next to the others outside the clubhouse and opened the door. Absolute chaos met me as I walked into a room full of Rage, women, and children. Drake was at the bar, his arms wrapped around a stunning woman cradling a baby. He wasn’t paying attention, but Mac must have seen me enter and came across to greet me.
“Yo, didn’t expect you,” he said.
“Didn’t plan to ride here tonight.”
“You’ve done some soul searching,” Mac suggested, his astute eyes regarding me.
“Yes. And it drove me insane, and somehow, I ended up here,” I replied honestly.
Mac nodded.
“Decided, Jacon?” he asked as Ace approached.
“Yeah, and it’s the right one. I’ll let Drake know in the morning,” I declared, tilting my head toward Drake and the woman.
“Welcome to the club,” Ace announced with a slight smile.
“You’re that confident of my answer?” I asked.
“Yeah,” the Native American replied.
“Well, you ain’t wrong. I’d like to join up.”
“Drake and I’ll put it before the inner circle tomorrow. We’ve done a background sweep. No fucker joins until we know them. But that information stays within the inner circle unless you share it. We have had a couple of brothers who held onto deep dark secrets, and it’s bitten us in the ass. So now we make sure. You passed the search Jacon, so I can’t see a barrier to you becoming a candidate. Five other guys are up, so you’ll probably meet them in the afternoon.
“We’ll expect you here at one tomorrow. You’ll be informed if you’re accepted or not. It ain’t done out in the open, but privately. Between you and me? You don’t have a problem joining, so expect to walk out with a cut. Plus, with your medical skills, it helps to have you around if we need a doc,” Ace spoke bluntly.
I nodded.
“You don’t just want me for them?” I asked. Because no matter what, I was more than the skills I owned.
“Nah, we have two docs on call anyway. You probably won’t be needed unless an emergency happens,” Ace said.
I responded but was distracted by a little black girl heading my way. She looked about six years old, had a set expression on her face as she approached, and both Mac and Ace groaned.
