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Ghost
I followed her home tonight, walking ever so stalker-like, sixteen steps behind her, anything under ten is off the charts lock up material. Ha-ha! No, I'm so not as funny as I think I am.
She moved fast, like a jackrabbit on a mission, knew just where she was going and how to get there. Not once did she stop. Not once did she look up from under her hoodie to see where she was going. She had her path mapped out and followed it to the T.
She scurried into the bad side of town that I’ve come to know so well, but why is she here? The beautiful soul wrapped in rosary beads surely can’t be from this side of town? She has to be around my age, wouldn’t I have seen her before the Reapers saved me? This would explain why I see her not far from here on my morning drives, no wonder she is so shy and timid. She’s lost here in this cesspool. Nothing good comes from here, just evil and hardship. I have to save her. I have to free her from the ropes that pull you under to drown on the hate of other people’s misfortune and anger, self-pity, and loathing.
Standing there, I admire the way she stands up a little straighter and squares her shoulders before walking through the grimy door leading her to her place. But seeing her remove her rosary beads and pull into her hoodie hurts my heart a little more than it did watching her walk into this pit.
Flicking one last look up to the apartments, the tall concrete hell that is a twin to one that once was home to my dark soul, a place that brings back more pain than I care to relive. I try to see which floor she would live on. What black hole in the concreate cell would belong to my midnight black haired beauty. A window with what looks like a board above it catches my eye. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, I pull my hoodie up as I head back to the shop. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Pulling it free, I see that it's Bray, a smile falls to my lips – a cookout at the club tonight. This is just the distraction I need to free my mind from this right here; that and a fuck load of Jager. A club girl on my dick wouldn’t go astray either.
Swinging by my home on the compound before heading to the main part of the pad, I run a shower, a freaking hot as fuck shower. I need to burn this sting from my skin. Running my fingers over the telltale track marks, I can’t handle the fact that I caved again, failed myself, the club, Bray, my brothers, again. For fuck’s sake, Ghost, I think, shaking my head. I fall into the shower and allow the water to run down over my body, burning as it falls. I allow my thoughts to travel to the sweet girl who has my cold heart feeling again. Thinking what if this dead soul is capable of feeling the warmth of beating blood instead of venom for death.
They took my heart the night they shot up to die together. That awful night they left me alone and afraid at fifteen. Setting that place on fire was the best thing I could have done, even if it landed me in juvey for a year. I needed it, I needed to burn the lies, the secrets, the truths, the memories, that still play vividly like a video stuck on repeat inside my brain.
I’ve been waiting years for them to burn out, to fade away, to disappear. But, like a nightmare, it's on repeat, stuck inside me; in my head, in my heart, inside my veins, like the liquid gold that took them.
I allow the toxin in to numb the pain, quell the voices, to light up a part of my dark, dead soul, to allow me to feel something more than hate and rage. I slip into an abyss of ecstasy when she fills my veins. The queen to my heart, the lie to my façade.
Shutting off the tap, I reach for a towel, wrapping it around my waist. I pull my jeans up from the floor, fishing for the baggy in my pocket. I fold it through my fingers and reach for the small mirror and razorblade that lives behind the large mirror that hangs above the black hand-basin. Everything in my house is black. Black is safe, black is home, black is me. Dark and dead.
I tip some of the white powder out and, in calming movements, begin to cut into it. Cutting out and dragging the white power back in, cutting out and doing it all over again. Rolling up a dollar bill, looking deep into the dark black that my eyes have become, I shake my head at the fucken mess I have become.
Closing my eyes, I lower my head down to the black marble counter and I snort the powder up my nostril, sniffing back hard as I squeeze my thumb and forefinger into my nostrils. The burn hits the back of my throat, sending sparks into my brain. Raising my head, locking eyes with my reflection in the mirror, I watch my eyes haze over as the drug seeps into my body, filling me with the weightless feeling of fake love that I have come to rely on. As the heavy pit of hate for the weakness that has become the dual battle between me and lady love. She tastes so damn good at the time, but the weight of disgust weighs heavy in my dead heart come morning light.
Stumbling to my room, I walk into my wardrobe, pulling on some boxers and jeans. I reach up for a t-shirt and my cut. I love the way it feels when it hits my shoulders. The heavy leather settles over me like a blanket of faith and truth that, no matter what, I got them, and they got me. But this... living in a drug-filled lie, is going to be my death if I'm not careful and get a hold of it. The brothers have already put me in what they class as rehab once, a shed in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a mattress and a bucket to spew in. Left to sweat the queen of fake love from my body.
I did well with them, I was clean for six months but then this new shit happened. Raven gone, Bray losing his shit hard, and Bonnie getting taken out. The death, hurt, and blood that came from that was intense, even for the in-house executioner. After a while it eats at you. Just a little. I'm not as fucking hardcore as my appearance makes me out to be, looks can be deceiving. Oh fuck it, who am I fooling? I'm a fucking unhinged psychopathic lunatic, with abnormal and violent as fuck behavior. I have voices in my head that make more sense to me than the daily fucking news. I'm crazed, of unsound mind and fucking disturbed. That’s why I'm so fucken valuable to the club and why they send me out after the fuckers who are just as fucked as me.
Pulling at my face, I laugh to myself as I look in the mirror. Yeah boy, you’re fucked.
I hear the hoohaa from the club before I even hit the front gate. It warms me knowing that, no matter what, I have family that won’t fuck me over like the last asshats. Pulling my bike up in line with my brothers, I kick my bike stand down and slope my bike stepping from her soft curves I crack my neck as I unbuckle my helmet setting it on my handles bars my eyes roam over the new bikes that are lined up under the guest housing on the compound. New bikes mean a new crew is here. Another chapter means business and way too much drinking and club girls fucking new dick. The Reapers Reign all have Bonneville T120’s made by no other than Triumph. These bikes are all sexy as sin Harley Davidson Dyna-Glide Super Glide Sport. I run my fingers over the matte black frame as my cock twitches in my jeans nothing like a bike to get a biker hard.
I enter through the front doors of our club. It's a massive old restored barn that John got brought in from Montana, for Bonnie, from her grandpapa's ranch. It's home, it's where we all belong. We have a sense of family so strong in these walls. We are all holding on for something more than the other can see.
“Miss Ginny, hit me with some sugar will ya, darling? And a pint of Jager.” Leaning over the bar, I flick her with a panty-dropping grin and my trademark wink.
“You beautiful boy, come here,” she says pulling me into her body crunching arms, pinching my ass as she goes. I love her like the mother I wished I’d had.
“Boy, where have you been? It’s been crazy in here without you keeping shit in order. Bray’s been locked up in his office since the new guy left with Blue, and god, she didn’t look happy either. The new guys are chasing the ass off our girls, who, mind you, are batting eyelashes either way. Boy, you best sort it out, and fast,” she says shaking her hands in the air, huffing away. I just lean on the counter laughing at her old soul, while looking around at the havoc and chaos that’s unfolding. The new chapter has defiantly made themselves at home. Their men drunk with club girls sprawled over them feasting on the new cock. We have men in corners passed out we have men playing pool and we have men getting a little to slap happy with their fists and turning on each other. Drunken fools Forgetting that when dawn comes a hungover will be present alongside an old lady who will be spitting tacks at them for either missing dinner or sleeping with yet another club girl but it’s the way it is. The rule of the road and the unwritten code of biker.
I grab my Jager and kiss Miss Ginny on the cheek. Bray first, then this shit. “If all hell breaks loose, just pull out ya firehose and momma pants on them, will ya?” Winking, I take the steps two at a time to the office my brother locks himself in with a bottle of Southern Comfort, like that’s going to bring her back. It was her drink, not his, but anyway, each to their own. I can’t judge a habit when I hold the worst one of all.
Kicking the door open, Bray jumps to life at his round table. “Aright brother, up ya get. Let’s go down and enjoy watching the little boys make fools of themselves drinking too much liquor and thinking that Miss Ginny is Pamela Anderson.”
Cracking a smile, he raises his eyes up to mine. “Sure brother, it's about time you fucking got here. I was bored as fuck with them piss bags. Oh, and I got to tell you about the new guy and Blue. Anyway, you missed a bit tonight!” he says with a slight slur.
“What? The MMA fighter? God what’s Blue done now, and where the fuck is Lill?”
Waving his hands in the air, he rolls his eyes. “Up on the goddam fucking roof, I suppose. That’s where she spends all her time these days. Makes her that little bit closer to Mom in the night’s sky, sitting upon a star talking to the man in the moon with that twin of Knox’s, Kash, I think his name is.”
Shaking my head, I'm speechless. Lilly and a boy huh? That shit don’t make sense. Lilly don’t do boys, shit Lill barely is doing life right now.
“Hum mm,” is all I can muster before I pull my brother into an embrace of understanding. I feel his pain more than anyone.
Walking downstairs to the bonfire outside, I chuckle at Miss Ginny hosing off a couple who look like knotted dogs fornicating on the bar floor. God, will this shit ever grow tired or change? A lot is different now that Bonnie’s gone. Miss Ginny is trying to regain her sense of control, but, without the stern eye and fist of John, and Bray drunk and well missing a lot of the time, the boys are running havoc. Enough is enough though, I shall pull their fucking tits in... It’ll be a good distraction.
Sitting by the fire with my Jager, I listen to Bray fill me in on the new guys and Knox and Jamie. Patching them in is a perfect move; Knox is now here a lot of the time training anyway. We are all honing our skills. War is coming and well, Blue? Shit, we all knew that shit was going to follow that firecracker. You don’t take a guy’s eye out clean from the socket and cut the fuck out of the ringleader and think you can walk free without watching over your shoulder. We were waiting for this day and now it’s here, and we have the great destroyer and his psycho buddy behind us. Fuck yeah, this shits got my blood pumping. The Lone Wolves and their crew won’t know what fucking hit them. Blue, no doubt, is losing her fucking shit over this. I’ll go check on her ass in the morning.
Breaking into my thoughts of Blue is Bray tapping my knee and putting his phone away inside his pocket.
“It's Blue, we gotta go. You sweet to ride?” he asks, his tone clipped.
“Sure fucking am, brother. Hey, I'm sorry I missed the meeting you had with Knox today. I know you wanted me there, but that ink was booked months in advance and they flew in from New Zealand just to get inked by me. Little lost crazy Ghost with the dragon tattoo, hiding more than anyone knows,” I say more to myself than Bray.
“Don’t sweat it, brother. I got you, you know that. Now pull ya balls out and stop pissing on yourself, will ya? You’re more than that now,” he says slapping my back. Pulling my cut up, I think I actually could have made it, but I would have missed talking to the delightful coffee girl, and Bray would have seen ladylove still swimming in my eyes. He’s got too much shit going on to worry about me and the drugs again.
“Lilly!” he screams up towards the moon and the far side of our compound. “Get ya ass down here now and on my bike. It’s Blue, we gotta ride out!” he yells. I see the small figure of our biker princess pull herself up and start to lower her body down the ladder with the Ambrose boy right behind her; him and I will be having a chat over the coming days. No way in hell are you getting close to the Reapers Reigns biker princess without talking to the Reaper himself about it first. She is fragile and she’s a beautiful soul who is just as broken as her eyes tell you and it will take more than talking to the moon to fix her. “You go home, Kash!” Bray yells out to him as he jumps from the ladder. His eyes are wide and face white as he searches Lilly’s face. She nods, reaching out and squeezing his hand before she turns and jogs to where the bikes are, her long blonde hair falling in waves around her like a halo lit up by the moon. So lost and so alone. Well, until the Ambrose boys came around.
Walking into Blue’s place above the Great Jimmy-James Gym, I see that I was right. Blue is losing her shit, even more so now that we are here. The look in her moss green eyes says it all. The fucking loch ness monster is about to rear its ugly head and we’d be best to back the fuck up. Poor new guy, I hope he knows just what he’s getting into with our Blue, she’s a firecracker on acid that one.
Walking over to where she's punching the window, I pull her into me. “Good to see you, babes. Now calm the fuck down, would ya? I got this. We knew this muppet was coming. Don’t scare the newbie off just yet. He’s a bit bad ass and I may have a man boner for him.” I smile into her hair.
Pushing me off, she punches me. “Fuck off, Ghost, this ain’t cool or fucking funny. He had no right calling you. I don’t want you all involved!” she spits daggers at the new guy. I can't help but laugh.
“Baby Blue, he’s got every right, we knew this was coming,” I breathe into her neck, my warm breath meeting the cool surface of her rather red skin. This little Irish lass is boiling with anger and it adds a nice red sheen to her perfectly white complexion.
“I fucked up! I sliced and stabbed my way out, and they seem to have frowned upon that, hated that I was strong and feisty. They didn’t like my fire, or my soul. But that was me, my identity, and they broke me, beat me, drugged me, and fucked me, but, the minute I took charge and clawed and stabbed my way out, they want to... what? Come and fight me? The one who they despised and beat down to a drugged out submissive vessel? Nah, Ghost, they want to come and kill me. They plan to make a war and take me down in flames.”
My grip of the Celtic goddess known as Blue James tightened, trying to anchor her in this moment; as much as I need it, so does she. We both bring a calm over each other’s crazy and she needs it as much as I do right now. I hate reliving what she went through, the things she endured at the hands of the pissbag known as Viper. I swore to the gods that I wouldn’t let him near her again, and I fucking won’t. For her, I'll fight till the depths of hell freeze. It’s a story I hate, a pain I can’t handle nor control. It’s a horror that I know too well. My side job is to fucken destroy motherfuckers like Viper and his boys, so having them do this to our Blue is hitting way too close to home.
Turning her slowly in my arms, not letting her go at all, my lips meet her forehead. “Baby Blue, don’t...” is all I get to say as I see Knox move out of the corner of my eye, signaling us to follow him into Blue’s room. She lets out a long, pissed off over it, breath as my grip loosens from around her. “Suck it up, princess.” I say, winking at her with a smile plastered over my lips. Her eyes narrow at me before she slumps down on the couch next to Lilly.
We walk from her room and from the nasty warning that Viper had carved into her bedroom wall, my hands shake as I will my legs to carry me. Anger washes through me like a lava river. I'm burning with rage and know that I can't let Blue see how fucked off I am. Before I can pull her into me and wrap her up in my arms again, the new boy is by her side as Bray starts to bark orders at her. I know this isn’t the way to get through to her when she's like this. Bray does too, we have been her big brothers since, well, forever. But, Bray being Bray and Blue being Blue, this will end in a battle of wills.
I pick up a bottle of beer from the pack on the kitchen counter and slump down next to Lilly on the couch. Winking at her, I say quietly, “You ready to see a magic trick?” Her eyes widen, and she looks at me as I count to her. “Ready, 3, 2, 1annnnnnd GO.”
And like clockwork. “Pack a bag, Blue baby, you're coming home with us. You’ll be safe there, and I can watch you all the time.” Bray says like the big bad wolf. Lilly starts to giggle next to me. I lock eyes with her as I wiggle my eyebrows.
She slapped my chest. “Ghost you’re so evil,” she says with pure enjoyment laced in her voice. She loves it. My sick sense of humor that is pointed at others in the heat of turmoil.
And then came the shrill screech of the Celtic goddess. “Like fuck I am, Bray. I’m staying here in my house, doing me. I ain’t bringing this back to the club, not this time. It was bad enough I came tonight. Now macho man here had to go call you, bring you here. I know he’ll have eyes watching. He can watch all he likes. I’m not going to show him he’s got to me, got it? And I refuse to put you all in the middle of this.” Spinning on her heels, she’s all fire and rain storming over to the window.
Standing back up, I'm ready to envelope her in a vice grip hold and drag her ass outta here when she slams her tiny, yet powerful, ball-breaking fists into the window.
“Best you all back the fuck up and get the fuck out before I go all crazy, fucking violent on your asses.” She hollers out and I laugh. She’s so fucking cute when she’s mad. Her eyes burn into every one of ours. “FUCKEN MOVE!” she screams out like a deranged nutcase.
I watch her as she looks around at us all just staring at her. Not one of us even flinch or look like we are going to even take one goddamn step. One, it’s because it’s what she wants. Two, we are the Reapers we do what we want and even miss crazy Blue knows this. But tonight, oh tonight, she’s got balls of steel and neither her nor us boys are backing down.
I watch as her eyes fall to the newbie who caused her to go all loco on not only him but us all tonight. You can see the anger burn off her as her eyes meet his. Just like fire jumping from one hot spot to another she’s jumping at him with a nice right hook. Hitting him right on his fucken jaw. Not seeing that one coming, he falls back a step, before he comes at her with an erotic glare in those deep grey pools that are his eyes. I said it before, I have a man boner for this kid. He’s just what the Reapers need, fresh hot angry new blood and Miss Blue needs to rein in her shit.
Standing I pat Lilly’s legs and I walk over to pull her into me, but Knox’s arms whip out and he has her in a cross-body lock, and just like that, she’s fucked; his grip is tight. Bray clears his throat and I laugh at the site of her locked in the big man’s grip. Her legs thrash out hitting his conditioned shins. Good luck, baby Blue, I think to myself as her eyes fall to mine, evil eyeing me, as the leader of the pack speaks. “Knox, you don’t fucking leave her side. Bring her to the club with you tomorrow when you come, your patch will be ready. Then we will talk about where she and you will be staying.”
“What the fuck’s this about a PATCH?” Blue spits out, lacing the whole room in venom. Ohhh yess, this should be good.
“Oh, that,” Knox says causally into her ear. “I was going to tell you about that when we got back, but this shit right here happened. After last night with you in the gym, watching how scared you were in your sleep, how much you shake and quiver. I vowed to find out what the fuck was going on. So I texted Bray and he filled me in tonight. That was what I was doing at the club. They are patching me in tomorrow, so I’ve got their backing and help. Whatever it takes to keep you safe, I will do it. It's easier for us all if I am a member. So, you see, babe, I am now a Reaper.” He says to her with a smug tone that we all know will get him an ass-whipping.
Breaking free, she spins around on him, “Don’t you fucking babel me, Knox. You went behind my back, you took what I told you and spilled it all out. You could have asked me, I would have told you.”
I lean back on the counter, folding my arms over my chest, laughing. “Here we go, she’s going to lose her shit,” I say to the room.
“FUCK OFF, Ghost! This ain’t the time to be a smart-mouthed prick,” Blue screams at me as she whirls on me and punches me in the arm.
“Whoa, sorry sugar, you’re just so much fun when you’re all riled up,” I snigger, my tone laced with amusement. She knows me, and she knows I’m a dick this is how I deal with this heavy shit humor and jokes but deep down I got her.
Knox’s voice cuts in, seeping with hurt and anger. “Like fuck you would have, Blue. You’re right here telling whoever will listen that you’re ok, that you got this, when last night, I felt your body quake with terror as you laid in my arms. Trust me I got you, I got this. I told you I would.” He says it like he knows her and what’s good for her. Shit son you’re not a Reaper yet, I think. You, boy, don’t know shit.
Knox steps into her then, right up in her space. I run my hands over my face, I’m tired and coming down from my high, this shit is exhausting. His eyes meet hers. We all watch it like it’s a ping pong game, back and forward.
“Don’t,” she whispers to him. “I can’t,” she breathes out. It doesn’t stop him though, he walks in closer. Shit. Here we go playing with fire. Son, she’s asked ya nice to not. I could pipe up and warn him but it’s too much fun watching them dual. Her hands go up to stop him meeting his chest. Even angry her strength is no match for this six-foot-tall brick house. She is irritated as he grabs her tight, pulling her into him, wrapping his huge arms around her tiny frame.
“Stop right there! Stop asking me to fucking trust you while I’m still coughing up water from the last time you let me down!” She hurls the words out at him as his grip tightens. I can see the muscles in his body tense as her words hit a nerve inside him shit it hits me hard also I see a lot of the old me in this kid. The me that was once there but the death and drugs took that boy and replaced it with man you see now. His jaw clenches around his words as he hurls them back at her, full of anger.
“When have I done that, Blue?”
Huh? I think as I let his words sink in as he says it like he’s the saint, not the fucken devil sleeping in the wings of a goddamn angel.
“When? Knox,” she spits at him pulling back. “You want to fucken know when! Well listen up. How about in the shower when you fucked me and left me like dirt on the ground sobbing? Or the gym inside the cage today, tonight at the grave of the fucking angel, who you cling to like a fucking life raft, or right now... this.” She spits, pointing from him to herself and everyone else standing in this rather small apartment.
Looking on with shock, my fingers snake out over the corner of the counter unable to stay around my chest. I need to dig my nails into the hard wood to stop me from ripping the newbie’s throat out from hearing what my baby Blue just said. No one, not even a new member gets to treat a woman as fragile as Blue like a fuck toy. She’s been through hell and back and she’s is our baby sister. Knox needs to be remined of just that. I’m his V fucking P and he will watch himself.
“This right here!” Throwing her whole weight at him she starts swinging. “You don’t fucking get it, do you? You’re so damn blind. I can do this alone. I don’t need you or your demons. I taught mine to swim, remember. They will be my savior, not you, not the club. After the shit they have been through dealing with this, it’s the last thing I want, Knox. So leave with them, do what Knox does best, walk away, hide behind your angel, your anger and your hate. Get out!” Her fiery red locks of hair flowing madly around her like a halo of fire, she’s screaming like a full raving lunatic. I can’t help but smirk. Picking up the beer bottle, I down the last of its contents – the bitter taste of yeast and hops hitting the back of my dry throat.
“Just go, all of you, now! She yells, her whole face going to an angry shade of explosive red just as Knox’s hand comes up and slams over her mouth. What? To quiet her? Ha! Fool on you, that won’t happen. She’s the Celtic goddess Blue fucking James.
“Sshh, will you stop all that fucking shrieking, it's doing my head in.” Her eyes widen as she bites down on his hand with all her fury. She breaks the skin. He has no choice but to let go as the pain and anger flash through his eyes. “FUCK! That hurt,” he seethes out shaking his hand, blood flying out around him.
Bray begins to laugh. “Told you she was hard work, brother.” He says between laughter. I know she hates us right now and Bray just stuck a cherry on top of the already raging pie known as Blue.
“She’s fucking mental. Blue, baby, have I told you lately how much I fucken love you?” I say.
Flipping us all the bird, she answers, “I fucken hate you all. Now fuck off!” She runs into the bathroom locking the door, Lilly hot on her heels.
Looking back over the room, I pull my aching body from the counter. “We are done here, she’s lost it, good luck getting any reason from her now. She’s gone over the edge and I'm out.” I say. “I can’t help Blue when she’s like this.”
I walk to the bathroom door, leaning down to kiss Lill on the head. “Blue baby, I know you’re doing what Blue does best. Hiding and in denial, I get it, I do, after all the shit you’ve been through. But baby, just listen to the newbie. He may just have a demon or two that are the match to your demon’s needs.” Kissing my fingers, I place them on the door. “Love ya, firecracker, see you on the flipside.” I squeeze Lilly’s shoulder as I walk past her, and her eyes meet mine. The pain and loss floating in them hurts my heart.
Pulling into my place, I kill the low rumble of my bike’s engine. Flicking the stand down and pulling my helmet off, I let out a breath and bend my head from side to side, cracking out my neck. I take the steps of my deck two at a time. It’s been a long ass mother fucking day and I need to chill.
I head over to my bar, I need a Jager and a cigarette. I pour the amber liquid over the ice, cracking the seal on a can of Red Bull and tipping it in, stirring it with my finger as I walk out of the house and onto the deck.
Pulling out a chair and sitting down, breathing out deep and kicking my boots off, I place my feet up on the rail, looking out over the dark night thinking back over the events of today and the smell of the girl who has captured my mind and has my soul feeling.
The crisp night’s air is soothing on my skin, goose bumps form over my arms bringing me back to the now, the reality that I need to fill my body with ladylove if I want to sleep tonight. I wish I had a job. I'm getting antsy. I need to feel the warmth of blood on my hands. The crimson glint, the metallic taste floating in the air.
Pulling my phone from my jeans, I look at the time. Fuck, it's 2am. No point texting Bray now to ask for a job. I'll hound his ass tomorrow or hunt out Viper myself. Bob from the diner seems to be a good bet, a crack to his fat mug would soothe the thirst for a bit, and he deserves it. If he looks at her sideways tomorrow then I'll smack the prick, a jab to the nose will suffice. I'm only human after all with a need to see pain pool in other’s eyes, to see blood drip from their body. Downing the rest of my glass, I head upstairs to bed. Either I’ll sleep or lay awake thinking of the itch and Miss Coffee.
Morning dawns, the rays pierce through the open windows. The new fall’s day swirls around me like a blanket of fog. I feel like a jacked-up junkie. I need to feed my hunger, but I'm out. I had that whole bag yesterday. Damnit! Dope sickness is sinking in. I feel the nauseous pull in the pit of my stomach. Now with Blue’s shit on top of it all, I gotta keep a clear head. I just want to fill my veins and forget that I have this life. This, this life right here, all of it, is half of the reason why I turned to her and her black power. One taste of bliss is all it took to pull me into her depths. One kiss from her sweet taste and I was under the spell of ladylove.
Now to break free from her grip to save myself while I save the coffee girl and Blue. Bray needs me also, he’s so fucked up right now. I need to be more present in this fucking thing we call life.
Walking through this massive house, I head to the kitchen to make coffee before showering and dressing for the day. Today I'm going to ask her name. I want to know more about this intriguing girl with the glass blue eyes.