Chapter 7

 

“Look at you, fucker,” Ghost says with a grin, walking toward me.

“What the fuck you lookin’ at?”  I ask as I bring the cigarette to my lips and stare at him.

“Don’t think half the fuckin’ clubhouse didn’t hear that shit this mornin’!” He chuckles but I don’t feel like doing this shit with him right now.

“Stop listenin’,” I grumble, flicking the cigarette to the ground. Without another word, I walk past him.

“I would have thought that shit would have made you less of a dick.” He says. Spinning around to look at him, he’s serious.

“Why is that? You know I ain’t worth a shit. Besides–she’s a club whore. She fulfilled her job.” The words leave my lips but that’s not how I think of her. I don’t miss the gasp behind me either. I keep myself in check when I turn around. I only catch the back of Angel’s head as she runs back inside.

“Fuck!” I growl with rage. I turn to head back inside but think better of it. It wasn’t going to work anyway.

“She didn’t think it was her job, huh?” Ghost says. I turn to him, my fist slamming into his face. It might have been a low blow. He didn’t see me coming at him.  He stumbles back but doesn’t fall.

“Yeah, you fucked up now!” Ghost roars as he comes at me full force. We hit the ground in a mass of punches. Neither one of us will give in.

“Fuckin’ Christ!” Trick yells from somewhere behind us. I know we now have an audience. Before another blow can be thrown, we’re being yanked apart.

“Clearly, you girls can’t go on this job alone,”  Dragon roars with anger. I glance at him to see him standing there with a joint between his lips.

“Fuck him!”  I spat at Ghost. That’s when I see her over Dragon’s shoulder. Aria of all people, holding her in her arms as she sobs. Dragon notices that I’m not looking at him. He turns around before shaking his head.

“If she’s gonna be a goddamn distraction–she’s out,” He says without another thought.  Turning back to me, I raise my eyebrows.

“That so? So, every time you have a whore in your bed, she out, too?” I rumble. My fists clench at my sides. Who the fuck does he think he is?

“I’m not the one havin’ issues seein’ past my dick,”  Dragon growls but it doesn’t faze me. I don’t give a shit what he thinks.

“Go on your own run then, Dragon. I don’t need this shit, from you, of all people!” I didn’t see Roc coming but there he is.

“Let’s all fuckin’ calm down! Devil, get the fuck on your bike. I’m ridin’ with you! Ghost, go clean the fuck up! I don’t know why the hell you’re involved, but take a walk!” Roc yells at all of us but points to Dragon. I almost laugh when the bitch walks.

“What the hell was all that?” Roc hollers, pointing back up toward the clubhouse.

I shrug. “Wasn’t shit. Ghost needs to learn to keep his mouth closed.” Roc doesn’t laugh or smile. He doesn’t like the fighting amongst brothers. I can’t blame him, it isn’t my first choice either, but everything is so raw.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You have something good–and you fucking ruin it!” Aria’s voice blows in like a storm. Her fists slam into my chest without warning. Roc grabs her, pulling her away from me.

“What the fuck!” Roc hollers before setting her down. Feisty little shit comes back after me.

“Calm down!” Roc yells before he grabs ahold of her again. Then all eyes come back on me.

“You ruin everything, Devil. What is wrong with you?” Aria’s eyes fill with tears as she looks at me. That’s not something I want to see.

“I’m sorry, Aria,” I say as I move toward her but she throws her hand up to stop me.

“Don’t you dare! If you need to say sorry, tell her!” Aria screams before pulling out of Roc’s grasp and storming back toward the door. I can’t deal with this shit. I need to get out of here for a while. Grabbing my helmet, I put it on before jumping on my bike. I don’t wait to hear a damn word that Roc has to say. I don’t need to. I know I fucked up; but that’s what I do. I rev my bike, pulling out onto the dirt road. I knew I shouldn’t have touched her. I knew I’d ruin her just like I’ve always done. Once I hit the main road, I’m gone. I take off heading for the old Lincoln bridge. I want to see what shit I can find out before I decide on anything else. My world is one shit storm–after another. It always has been.  I pull off the road, knowing this isn’t where I was supposed to be. In fact, this is a place I haven’t been to in years. My stomach cramps as I pull up in front of the old dilapidated house. Looking at my old house brings back so many memories. None of them are good either.

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I couldn’t stay there, too many horrible memories.  The hell that I lived through was all in that place.  Now I’m roaming the area that I was told about.

There are a few warehouses out here. I walk around, checking each one thoroughly.

“What the fuck?” In the last one, I spot a cut on the floor. I walk over cautiously, picking it up.

“You–motherfuckers.” The patch on the back pisses me off.

“Flame Throwers.” As if we haven’t had enough bullshit from that group, here they are again. This time, they are stepping foot into our territory. Sliding my phone out, I call Dragon.

“Yeah?” Dragon answers but still sounds pissed, which only makes me smile.

“Looks like Throwers are movin’ in without their Prez, and Cambridge.” The huff on the other end of the line isn’t a good one.

“This is fuckin’ shit. What’d you find out there?” Glancing around, I only have the cut.

“Just the Prez’s cut, brother. Looks like they’ve been out here more than once, though. Beer bottles and shit all over the place.”

“Fuck!” Dragon roars into the other end of the phone. I can’t blame him. I thought when we killed Cambridge that the shit with Throwers was over with. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

“See what else you come up with. Watch your ass. Roc said you blew him off,” He says but I chuckle and hang up. I don’t need his sweet talk right now. I don’t give a shit if they come in here and find me right now.

Death, is welcome. Nevertheless, I glance around and look into everything I find, but in the end, I come up with nothing. I light up a cigarette before heading back out toward my bike. I don’t like that there isn’t more to find. My mind wanders to places it shouldn’t go. I don’t know what to do with myself.  What I said about Angel–is killing me. I was wrong, and I know I was, but saying sorry, that’s not who I am. Spending last night with her though, it was perfect. It was more than I could have asked for.

So why the hell do I feel like I need to push her away?