Grim

I lived with one foot on the ground and one in the grave.
It’s expected when you’re the enforcer of a club like Satan’s Fury.

Death was always at your heels.
Waiting.
Watching.
Tormenting.

Death could come for me.
I didn’t care.
My life was nothing without my brothers.
So, I did whatever it took to protect them.

I waited.
I watched.
I tormented, tortured, and executed.

And in the end, the trail of blood led me to her.

She and her young daughter had fallen on hard times.
I had a hand in that, so I offered them a place to stay.
It was supposed to be temporary.
But when they turned my world upside down, there was no going back.