Jess
He was here.
Toxic.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was wanted. Not only by the club but by other people. People who didn’t give a shit who he was. So, when Savage grabbed me and pushed me behind him, I was about to yell at him when I saw my nightmare standing before us.
The man who destroyed my life.
The man who killed my mother.
He was standing there as if he didn’t have a fucking care in the world. However, when he spotted me, I saw the second he realized who I was. The mother fucker actually smirked at me right before Savage started shooting. And what did that coward do? He fucking hightailed it back into the clubhouse. Savage raced after him leaving me with three of the Florida members. I didn’t know them. Never met them before.
Looking to my right at the bodies lying on the ground, I didn’t bother to check them for a pulse. Each of them had a single bullet hole in their heads. For a man who professed he wasn’t a good shot, Savage hit his mark easily.
I would have thought I’d have been numb to death by now. In my profession I saw it regularly. I’ve seen bodies ripped apart by car accidents, beaten to death, emaciated, die on an operating table. Death came in all forms but there was something about seeing a person laughing one minute and dead the next, by the hand of the one I was starting to care for. I knew Savage could be a caveman. I’d seen his temper out of control, but killing without a second thought would take some time to get used to.
“Helix, stay with Jess,” the one called Saber said, before he and his friend ran into the clubhouse after Savage.
Huh? Where were they going?
Shouldn’t they stay out here with me?
“Shit, this isn’t good,” the young boy said, looking around the grounds for anything.
“You need to call Reaper,” I muttered, my eyes glued to the door Savage disappeared through, waiting for him to reemerge. And he better if he knew what was good for him. I didn’t want to be here any longer than I had to. In fact, I wanted to head straight to the camp but Savage said he needed to do something first here. What that was, he didn’t say but I would bet my last dollar he didn’t plan on Toxic being here.
“I can’t. I’m a nobody.”
“You are a member of the Golden Skulls. You wear the patch on your back. Call him.”
“Yeah, okay,” the boy said, fumbling for his phone and dropping it. Bending over, I picked it up and handed it to him. Loud banging and curses could be heard from inside the clubhouse. I didn’t know what was going on in there. I didn’t want to know. It was none of my business but the longer Savage stayed inside the more I worried.
I hated it here.
I wanted to leave.
Like right now.
I vaguely heard the kid say, “Reaper, it’s…” when hot liquid splashed across my face. Turning away from it, I tried to wipe it away, only I couldn’t.
It was thick, sticky and smelled funny.
Standing back up, I looked at my hands.
They were shaking.
I couldn’t stop them. My hands were red. Slowly turning my head, my eyes locked on Helix’s lifeless body laid at my feet.
He wasn’t moving.
Staring at the young kid, who was missing half his head, I could hear Reaper shouting through the phone. I wanted so much to yell for help but every time I tried, nothing came out.
I couldn’t stop looking at him.
He was just a baby. A young kid who had his whole life ahead of him. Now it was over. All because he joined the Golden Skulls. That was the life of every member. A few good fun years then death. None of them were immune. It was inevitable, just like breathing.
The crunching of rocks behind me told me that I wasn’t alone.