(Sven)

I picked the guy up by the back of his belt, lifting him off of my bike and throwing him onto the dirt below. He was a bitch to tie up, not to mention I had to carry him out here on the back of my motorcycle. Do you know how hard it is to make sure someone struggling on the back of your ride doesn’t fall off? I should have just interrogated him while I had him lying on the pavement.

“You know Saul you always do find the best places to do this kind of stuff. Just look at that view.”

We were on a cliff jutting out of a small mountain, overlooking a small town nestled in the mountain’s valley. We had been stuck in the town for weeks and I was really starting to get antsy, I was hoping this guy I nearly died in order to get would lead us closer to where we had to be.

Saul reached down and ripped off the duct tape I had put on over the guy’s mouth.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!” he cried out as soon as the duct tape came off. Had a lot of boom in him for a man that nearly died just a few minutes before.

“Calm down there bud we’re the only ones out here, nobody is gonna hear you” Saul said annoyed.

I hated when they cried out like that, doing stuff like this never got any easier and it certainly didn’t help when your target started blubbering and begging like a child. What, do you want me to say I was a cold killer? Yeah it was my job but I didn’t take any enjoyment out of it, I did it for the MC. Nothing more, nothing less.

I reached down and put my gun in his mouth, 8 times out of 10 it worked. Chances are if it didn’t then we weren’t going to get anything out of the bastard.

“Look buddy” I said. “We can all walk out of here right now if you tell us where the main lab is. All we want to do is have a little talk with your head cook and we’ll be on our way.”

He mumbled something short and quick out of the barrel of my gun but I didn’t catch it. Maybe it was the name of his cook.

“What was that?” I asked sliding the barrel out of his mouth.

“I said FUCK YOU!”

“Of course you did… I think he might be high on his own supply Saul, I don’t think we’re gonna get anything out of this one.”

“Well, the MC told us what to do. I’ve been looking around this place since we came into town and it doesn’t look like people come here, if we get rid of him here nobody will find him until we’re long gone.”

I put my pistol away, I had enough for the day and I really didn’t feel like putting another life on my conscious. You’d think doing something like this would get easier but each time I did it I could just feel it weighing me down. I didn’t want to leave the club but I definitely wanted them to give me something else to do other than this.

“Oh so you want me to get this one?” Saul said as he noticed me putting my gun away. He leaned down and put the duct tape back on our target to muffle his cries and obscenities. It made me feel a little better about this whole situation.

“Saul I don’t even want to see you doing it. I’ll meet you down at the bar I got some stuff I got to think about.”

“You just want me out of the picture to get some local girl to hop on your cock Swede boy.”

“You know as well as I do that I’ve turned down every girl that’s talked to me since we got here. There’s more to a girl than how good she can ride Sauly, maybe when you’re my age you’ll realize that.”

“You’re only 2 years older than me you crazy bastard” Saul replied.

“Those 2 years make a difference, you’ll see.”

I started up my bike and revved my engine, hearing it roar across the mountain side.

I turned it around and sped down the dirt road, leaving Saul to finish off our target in whatever way he saw fit. Something that I already wanted to get out of my head. Part of me wished that we could just let these guys go, but I knew that would come back and bite us in the ass.

As the trees whipped by me all I could think about was how I just wanted to sit down and have a good drink. A drink to wash away the thought of what was about to happen to that sorry son of a bitch, a drink to help me forget about all the other men who have died by my hands, all in the name of the Freedom Riders MC.

Even if everything I did was for the Club I couldn’t shake the intrusive thoughts out of my head. I couldn’t forget the faces of the men whose lives came to an abrupt end because of me. I loved my Club, I’d die for the Freedom Riders, but that didn’t mean that I hated what I did for them.

I tried to clear my mind, put myself in a more meditative state, but the gunshot that echoed across the mountain quickly brought me back down to reality.

Who am I kidding with that bullshit I told Saul, I need a good ride. A girl that knows how to work those hips could make you forget all your troubles, if only for a few hours.

All I could think about was all the girls I had turned down since I got into this town. Maybe I could find one that I turned down back at the bar, give her the fun that she wanted.

I did get a kick out of turning them down though, sometimes they’d even make a scene. “Oh what you think you’re better than me?” or “wow what are you some kind of queer? You should be begging for a piece of this!” On the better nights they’d tire out and leave once they realized that throwing empty insults at me isn’t the best way to get my cock in them or to get their dignity back. On the bad nights some guy, some white knight acting soft boy, would come and confront me thinking that I just disrespected this girl mouthing off in front of me.

I may have never acquired the stomach for killing, but you better believe that if you’re a man who confronts me that you’d have your face on the alcohol soaked bar floor in a matter of seconds. I guess trouble just likes to follow me around like that.

Tonight would be different though, I’d actually fuck one of these small town girls and for the night I’d forget about all the bullshit that’s going on around me.

“A strong drink and a good ride, that’s all I need right now.”