‘Okay, and promise to get Dad to keep a leash on his Soldiers. I hate living in fear of getting abused or rape,” Karla says, wiping the tears from her face.
“I promise,” Mario says, nodding.
Mario opens the passenger door, and she slides onto the seat. Mario walks around the Ranger, gets into the driver’s seat, and pulls out of the parking lot.
My gut twists.
I pray that those motherfuckers keep their hands off her.
It doesn’t make sense that her Dad doesn’t protect her.
I’m going to get IT to look into them. I need to get the intel and share it with Prez.
I walk into the store to get my shit.
I walk into the IT office and lean against the desk, crossing my arms.
“Killer, how can I help,” IT says, glancing at me.
My Brother, IT is the MC’s IT man. He’s fucking incredible hacker, gets into the dark web, and the government agencies.
“IT, I have two names I would like you to run. I think that they’re the fucking Cartel’s brats. Mario Castro and Karla Castro. I ran into them at the store parking lot and heard them talking. I need to know everything about Karla Castro,” I say, pressing my lips tight.
“Killer, I’ll get you the information ASAP,” IT says, typing on the keyboard.
“IT, let me know what you have in a dossier,” I say, looking at my Brother IT.
“Will do,” IT says, nodding.
I walk out of the IT room, down the hall, and into the main clubhouse, straight to the bar.
“Prospect, get me a bottle of whiskey and tequila,” I growl, sliding onto the wooden barstool.
I scrub my face, inhale, and exhale to control the fucking ache in my chest. It’s the fucking anniversary of my first kill. Everyone tells me that I’ll forget it, to embrace it. That it’s an experience, the rite of passage as a Satan’s Warrior Brother.
Fuck!
I grab the tequila bottle and take a couple of pulls, closing my eyes. The tequila flows down my throat, leaving a burn. I take another couple of pulls, placing the bottle on the bar countertop.
Thank fuck.
The tequila is taking the edge off.
I pull out my cigarettes from my Cut, grab one, and light it up. I inhale deeply and exhale, throwing back my head. I lower my eyelids as I look at the smoke rings. The smoke rings dissipate, just like the light of life drained from their eyes when I kill.
I can’t forget the look on son of bitch Boil’s face of surprise when he died.
The MC's older Brother that I killed, Boil. My Brother Fiend also killed the other Brother Torque. The motherfuckers thought that they could rape my sisters.
Fuckers.
That was years ago, but it was the worst day of my life. It still hits me hard every year.
I was prospecting with my brothers, Fiend and Shade, when hell reigned that night. The Wicked Warrior MC Prez killed the Satan Warriors MC Prez. My Dad Grizzly took off to kill the rival MC VP, Stoner.
It was life-changing for me and my Brothers. Some of the older Brothers went Nomad, and some were killed or went to the Pen in the chaos of that day. My Dad led them into hell.
That’s when two older Satan Warriors Brothers thought that they could rape my sisters when the chaos ensued.
