There was no choice. Ralf was off the rails, and it was only a matter of time before he was going to bring the club down.
“Son, when you’re in charge, you’re going to have to make decisions you’re not going to like. It’s going to grieve you, and it’s going to tear you down, but you’ve got to deal with it.”
He should have run when he had the chance.
Ralf tried to hit out, but Saint simply stared at his reflection, seeing two of himself. He drained the life out of Ralf, and as he did, Saint saw his old self as if he was a second entity. The young man who had been in love, and prepared to run away until that night where he went out with his father, taking the first life of many.
“Come with me, Saint, you don’t have to be here anymore. They have no control over you.”
“I should have run when I had the chance.”
Ralf started to kick, and tears fell from Saint’s eyes as the last bit of life left inside him. When he stopped jerking, Saint let him go, and Ralf dropped to the floor.
Grabbing his cell phone, he put a call through to Rage.
“I need you at Ralf’s apartment.” Before anyone could ask a question, Saint hung up.