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Tracker
My heart dropped. Cyril was a fucking sociopath that didn’t love anything other than causing pain in others. On paper, the plan was genius. In reality, Cyril could kill LeiMae on sight and come after the rest of us. Deakin saw the look on my face and smiled sadly.
“I’ve thought every thought that I just watched flash across your face. I don’t like the variables of Cyril’s fucked up head any more than you do.”
LeiMae stopped my response with a firm squeeze on my hand. “Give me a gun and a blade. I don’t plan on dying, but if it comes to that, I’ll take that son of a bitch with me.”
I looked down at the woman who had stolen the heart I thought I’d lost long ago. The look of hatred in her eyes when she talked about Cyril said he wasn’t fucking around. As much as I hated to do so, I handed her one of my guns and one of my knives. She looked at me with such love in her eyes that I couldn’t move and released a breath that was trapped in my lungs.
* * *
LeiMae
The two day wait to the agreed time that I would “betray” Deakin felt like two decades. I was sipping a beer in the kitchen when Deakin stuck his head in. “They’re coming,” he said. My mouth was suddenly as dry as the desert, and all I could do was nod. I left the clubhouse and made my way to the spot Cyril chose to meet. It felt like the long walk a condemned man made to the gallows.
I fully expected Cyril to put a bullet in my brain as soon as he pulled into the abandoned lot two blocks from the clubhouse. I was surprised that Cyril let me live. The drive was silent except for the directions I gave him to the back fence behind the oak. I left it unlocked just for him.
Cyril parked the van and told me to stay with my junkie mother. Once the son of a bitch was out of sight, my mother started pawing at me and trying to apologize. She was high and full of excuses I didn’t want to hear. It was the drugs. It was Cyril. It was the life. She blamed everything and everyone but herself.
“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled. She jumped back as if I’d struck her. “The only thing you ever cared about was that shit you put in your veins. You didn’t care to see that Cyril was turning Tommy into a monster. You didn’t give a flying fuck when your old man raped me and had me branded as a whore.”
My mother sputtered and tried to form words. I was past the point of caring about anything the filth in front of me had to say. I pulled out the knife Tracker gave me. “This whole thing was a setup, you dumb fucking cunt.” I let my words sink into her drug addled brain. When I saw the reality of the situation click, I slit my mother’s throat.
* * *
Tracker
Cyril had a set of balls on him. It was obvious he fell for whatever story LeiMae had spun for him. You’d have thought the cunt that led The Red Demons owned the fucking place. He gave a few cursory glances around while he made his way to the back door. I stalked back downstairs and headed into the little alcove hidden by two bookshelves. I admit I had originally thought Deakin paranoid for this, but he turned out to be right.
The office door opened as slow as a door in a horror movie. Cyril walked in with his gun pointed directly at Deakin’s face. I had to fight every instinct telling me to jump out and take this cocksucker down. I was the backup plan for this part of the whole thing, so I gritted my teeth and watched our enemy put my president’s life in imminent danger.
“One of those pieces of shit you call brother stole my cum dumpster from me,” Cyril said. “It took her a long time, but you’ve shown her the error of her ways. I’m the lesser evil, according to her. She was even kind enough to get me in here to kill you.”
Deakin started laughing. “I really wasn’t sure this was going to work, to be honest. Tie him to the oak and wait for LeiMae.” Cyril started to turn around, but it was too late for the fucking Demon. Brik slid out of the other alcove and slipped a needle into Cyril’s neck, depressing the plunger.
* * *
LeiMae
I was surprised to find that I felt absolutely nothing looking at my mother’s corpse. She’d killed any love I may have had for her a long time ago. I turned my back on her and made my way to the oak behind the clubhouse. The boys were lounging around the oak, while Cyril’s naked body hung limply in its bonds. There was a campfire burning a few yards away from the oak.
Deakin looked up at my approach. “Your mother?” he asked.
“Hopefully burning in Hell.”
Tracker smiled and motioned me to join him by the fire. “This piece of dog shit has tried to kill Deakin for years, but you’re the only one that has truly suffered at his hands. We all agree that his death belongs to you.” He nodded towards the fire, and I noticed the branding iron cooking.
I grabbed the Dragon brand from the fire and stared at the hot and glowing metal. Tracker nodded to someone over my shoulder. I saw Brik move and snap something under Cyril’s nose. I chuckled softly, since I thought smelling salts were only from the movies. My surprise grew when Cyril’s head snapped back into the oak to which he was bound.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asked.
Deakin stepped forward, and I put the branding iron back into the fire to keep it hot for Cyril. “What’s going on is you’re an arrogant twat. Did you really think the girl you raped and tortured would ever return to you? You treated her worse than a slave. She put her very life on the line to lure you here.”
Cyril was spitting with rage when he looked at me. “Cunt! Slut! Skank!” Spit flew from his mouth with each word, and I could see the veins in his neck standing out.
Deakin looked at me. “He’s all yours,” he said and stepped back.
* * *
