I stared at the glass bottles that laid across the coffee table. The cigarette butt lying idly on the filled ashtray. The burn in my chest was incomparable to the embers burning the tobacco. My eyes burned as the memory of her swept my mind once more, and I reached out for the burning cancer stick, inhaling copious amounts to rid the throbbing pain in my chest.
My dear sweet Angelina.
A loud pounding reached my ears and I turned glancing at the front door. It was probably Sinister coming to tell me to get my ass off the couch again.
The man was a great VP, but he needed to know his place.
I stayed quiet as the pounding grew louder and Sinister’s voice increased tenfold. I sighed, inhaling a drag and picked up the half full beer bottle from the side table.
A slow smile stretched onto my face as the pounding of his fist faded away. I sipped idly on the lukewarm beer, relaxing back into the worn out leather couch. This is what Sinister did almost everyday. Pound on my door demanding to see my face whilst I’d just sit here ignoring him, hopefully for the rest of my life.
I didn’t even know if I was ready to go back to the club, the same life I lived with Angelina by my side. Everywhere I walked I saw her, in that bar, in the chapel, in the clubhouse. I saw her everywhere. Which was why I packed up my things and moved to an apartment. I didn’t want to be constantly reminded of my failure to her. How I couldn’t do the one thing I promised her I would; keep her safe.
Sure, I love my club. They were my brothers. Few of us grew up together and we understand the consequences that came with being part of the club. But it still eats you alive to know you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I shut down.
I was grateful for Sinister being my VP and acting President during this time. I was not ready to step back and take over. Not at all.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the apartment and I immediately stood up, pulling my gun off the table and aiming it at whoever just bust down my door. My vision hazed and I swayed a little before I recognized the familiar owner of the midnight hair and ice blue eyes glaring at me.
“Are you fucking deaf? I’ve been banging on this door for so fucking long!” Sin roared, panting as the wood creaked from his weight on top of it.
I sighed, lowering my gun and grumbled out. “What the fuck do you want?”
Sin raised an eyebrow and his eyes did a quick sweep of my place. He whistled slowly, crossing his arms. “This place could really see better days,”
I grunted, rolling my eyes and turned away from him. I was not in the fucking mood.
“But since we have more pressing matters. I thought you should know, that we found him,” he spoke sternly.
What the fuck is he saying?
I swiveled around and stomped towards Sinister. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I pulled him closer. “What the fuck did you say?” I sneered.
Sin looked down at my hand on his shirt and gave it a sharp tug. Pulling away from me, he ran a hand through his hair. “I know it took a while. Believe me. But we tracked him down. He belongs to the Soul Eaters charter. Down by Clancy. Fucked up club. But apparently, the Prez had a grudge against you.”
I stayed quiet, staring at the ground at the thoughts swimming in my mind.
After 4 long years, we finally found the men that killed Angelina. But why the fuck would the Soul Eaters charter President have a grudge against me? We were on relatively good terms with each other, even though our clubs didn’t agree with the same morals. We stayed out of each other’s way. So why the fuck…
“I know it’s a lot to take in, but I figured I should tell you. You should be the one to take his last breath,” Sinister grunted.
I looked up at him frowning and spoke, “How many men?”
We had to have lost a few in the war to get information no doubt.
“Not many. We lost a few prospects over the years, but other than that, no one of importance.” He replied.
I let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through my messy hair. The haze in my vision cleared and I cleared the knot in my throat.
“I’m sorry brother. Fuck, you have no idea how sorry I am for just leaving the club like this,” I whispered, moving away from him. I leaned against the back of my couch and ran a hand over my face.
“Don’t worry about it Prez. We all deal with our pain differently. I fight, Hawk drinks his liver out of commission, Skyn fucks everything with a pussy and you...well you deal with it on your own. No big deal, as long as you take however much time you need,” he grunted, sticking his hands in his worn out blue jeans and shrugged. “My sister once told me that no matter how much we try, some stories just don’t have a happy ending, and if we can learn to accept that, then maybe somewhere out there in this fucked up universe, we might finally get it.”
My lungs seized up and I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was like I was back at her funeral all over again.
“But she’s a firm believer of that karma shit. So I’m pretty sure what she said was dumb as fuck,” he muttered.
I screwed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I’ll think about this another time. Right now I need to see the guy that killed my wife.
“Where's the guy?” I asked Sinister and grabbed my leather jacket which had my President’s badge on it. The Hell’s Demons had cuts and jackets, both made in leather and I was pretty lax with the outfit choices of my men. They were allowed to wear either and they would basically be considered the same, as long as everyone could see which club we were from. I wasn’t as anal as my father who wanted everyone wearing a bloody cut in cold weather.
Sinister followed me out of the apartment after I grabbed my wallet, pulling the door up behind him. “We’ve got him in the basement right now Prez,”
I nodded and stepped into the elevator Sinister following behind. I pressed the button and leaned against the wall, “You know you gotta pay for my door right?”
Sinister grinned and nodded.
We exited the elevator at the parking level and I moved to straddle my Harley, and the familiar feeling of adrenaline ran through my veins. “Let’s go kill a motherfucker.”
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