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Ghost
Rolling my cigarette around my fingertips as the dull thump of Slipknot’s Snuff hits my core this song always fucks me up always pulling my phone from my jeans pocket I slide it open and hit compose to send a new message to Timberly. I had already programed the number into my phone.
Me - Hey poppet it’s me Ghost. I know I said I'd leave you alone until you're ready but fuck Poppet you’re fucking with my soul. I need to know if you’re ok.
Sent... Now to wait...That’s the hardest part, waiting.
Pushing my phone back inside my pocket, I pour me a Jager from the jug that’s always waiting for me. The ice drops into the glass, sending Jager to jump up and onto the table. Leaning back on the sofa, I pull my cap over my eyes to hide the fact that I'm high as a fucking kite, swimming in the depth of lady love, loving it there with her wrapped around me, giving me the false love that I need.
Raising the glass to my lips, I down the whole contents before placing the cup on my knee. It balances there as I watch the club that I love pump around me and the few new faces that fan out over the old ones. We sure are expanding and its mint. We have the Cobras here at the moment from fucking Tennessee of all places Bray is in talk to use them for the guns they can get and joining them with the Lone Wolves when he gets that club back in his hands. He’s just got to find their biker queen first. Raven is his heart and fucking soul and she just fucking vanished. One night she’s here with us and then the next, she’s gone like that, nothing, not even a trace or trail, no rhyme or reason, just gone. It broke Bray and thrust me into a role my fragile just clean soul couldn’t cope with, that and all the killing that Bray and his damn DA had me doing and watching Timberly. Shit, that had become a full-time job and look how well that turned out. She freaked out and I ran. Top job, Ghost.
“Brother, you right?” I look up under my cap to the eyes of 81 running my tongue over my dry lips wishing they were linked with Timberly’s she’s a drug that my body craves.
“Yup.” My tone is clipped and not giving room for any convocation.
His eyes meet mine and his hands come up. “Say no more, Brother,” he answers to my glare this is not where I want to be.
Pouring another Jager my eyes scan to movement by the back door coming in from where we hold church that door never gets used so who the fuck is the influx of men in different cuts walking into my club. Tapping Cage’s leg, he was seated to my right.
“Brother who the fuck,” I grit out to him as my eyes watch them walk in and lean up against the far wall scanning the area looking for what? A tall mother fucker with a mohawk that’s two shades of black with blue tips tosser didn’t realize that we were in high school emo mode.
“Lone’s, Brother, look at their cuts,” he says as the mohawk wearing douche jesters to the bar girl to bring them some beers.
“Not in my club!” I snap as Bray comes down the stairs of his hidey hole. It’s where he spends all his fucking time with lips wrapped around a bottle of Southern Comfort... oh shit let's not forget chasing Ghost while I'm losing the pieces of me that make me fucking human for a club where by the looks they let anyone in.
Standing, I down my drink in one mouthful. Flicking my cap backwards, I jump from the stage. I'll fuck this fuck boy up it’s just what my soul is screaming for blood and violence.
“Ghost,” I hear spilling sharply from behind me.
“Brother,” again nope fuck you all pussy’s I think as I storm through the crowd his blood will look good plastered over my fist and splattering the reaper that is in the frosted glass wall behind him that he seems to have his dirty ass boot leaning against no fucking respect. Well boy you’re about to get some smacked into ya.
A hand grabs tightly around my forearm pulling me to a stop my eyes look to the finger’s that have a vice like grip on my arm “Let go,” I snarl out, my eyes meeting that of my Brother and pres.
“Not happening, Ghost,” his tone is heavy with warning.
“Bray they are fucking traitors and did you forget what the fuck they did to Bonnie and Raven?” I hurl it at him like he needs a reminder he lives it fucking daily his alcohol consumption says it all.
“Yeah Brother, I forgot alright just like you forgot to not use anymore.” He spits it with so much venom that I feel the taste of bile hit the back of my throat “Do you forget brother that I know you better than you know yourself.” His words wash over me causing anger to spike down my spine fuck him and fuck this steeping right into my brother space my forehead meets his, my nose on his
“Look in my fucking eyes and tell me you fucking know me, Bray!” I hurl it at him like a bucket of acid thick in the air, peeling the skin from our bones. All stills around us, people gasp, and the music dies down. I can feel the fear trickle down the spines of all the members and club whores this is a show they don’t ever see.
“Ghost, back the fuck off me now.”
“Or what brother?” I push him, taunt him.
“Don’t,” he spits, his breath hot and laced with liquor.
“Do you see her in my fucking eyes, Bray, do you?” I question him, pushing my head into his causing him to step back slightly. My body follows his not breaking the contact.
“Let's not do this,” he says hushed but filled of an empty warning. I feel the boys flank our sides.
“Not here aye boys.” Cage’s always so reasonable voice speaks out.
“You are my brother, my Pres. and my family but you forget who does what here, Bray,” I snarl at him as his hands ball into fists and the vein in his forehead pops out.
“I am, and I command respect even from you, VP,” he says it to me, reciting the fucking biker bible to me.
“Well brother, I know the code, it’s you who is lost.”
“Why don’t we step the fuck back boys and stop this in-house fighting and for once have each other’s fucking backs you two have been at it since Raven went enough is enough” 81 snaps his hand finding my arm pulling me back into him
“Get ya fucking hands off me, cunt,” I grit out as the Mohawk and his posse walk our way
“With fucking pleasure. I'm done with your shit, Ghost,” he says as he walks away.
My eyes snap back to Bray’s. “So brother, what will it be? Me? Or them?” I leave no room for thought a question full of venom. Bray’s jaw clenches as the dick with the emo gets up and the teenage mohawk stopped right beside my pres. His vision honed on mine lifting my chin and clenching my fists I stood tall and wouldn’t back the fuck down he spoke his voice cold and low “Enough club talk aye, there’s a time and place gentleman” looking him up and down and over the dipshits he had flanking him the whole club had formed a deathly quiet circle around us I could see the anger spark from Bray. It was no match to the anger that was rippling from me I know Bray well and I know that he’s playing with fire even letting the Lone Wolfs in here they were family once before but that was before they breed a traitor and look at where it got them
“You wanna lay with the dead so be it Brother but I'm out” I snap to him my eyes shooting waring that I'm not joking not this time I’ll go rouge before I even allow my Reapers to let them ride with me.
“Are you a grown man there, Ghost?” Mohawk man spits at me, stepping closer to me. The tension is so thick my body tightens with hate for his presence
“Aye and you just sealed your fate,” I muttered through my clenched teeth. “Sleep with ya eyes open, boys, you never know when the Reaper will be sleeping under your bed.” With that I push through the piss bags and out of a club that had been my one and now well now kit felt like an empty hole in the base of my spine gone like that with one decision I'll hand my cut in before I ever trade with the enemy. even if Bray doesn’t see it he knows I'm right. The Lone Wolfs and the Rouges are not our friends they are our foes and they killed his fucking mother set her on fire right in front of him.
Mohawk’s voice sounds out around the whole club as I stop at the front door “You’re probably wondering why we are here.” His tone is clipped. “If you’re smart you will stay and listen.” placing my hands on the wood of the door the Reaper logo staring right back me “I’m in power now of the Lones, now that bitch is gone so you will respect me as a pres. of your sister chapter but boy my temper is short and you have just pissed on my boots” he snaps and my temper snaps along with his words spinning forcefully on my heel.
I pull my Ruger 9mm pistol from the waist band of my jeans her cold steel running up my spine before I pull her free and aim it right between the eyes of the cock on legs firing it right between his eyes I watch as the shock hits the back of his eyes and blood oozes from the perfect circle in the middle of his forehead his body flies back as his men all reach for the guns but before war erupts I turn on my heel placing my gun back in my waist band and I walk out of the club and don’t look back.