motorcycle club with their cheap bikes parading around our territory. Zella was just first on the list; we’re going after each and every one of their members. I guess her husband counts too, but I think most of their club still believes he’s just missing, hell even Zella didn’t know until she saw his ring. They’re all a bunch of fucking idiots, that’s why. None of my brothers would allow me to go missing for that long, nor would I let that happen with any of them.
I felt Candace’s warm embrace as she hugged tighter. What am I supposed to do with her? What are the guys thinking about all this? I can’t blame them if they disagree with me, I fucked up and I fucked up big time. I wonder what she’s thinking. I can’t help but feel bad for her, she wasn’t supposed to be part of any of this, and now she has a murder on her hands. Why she would want to join us still baffles me, who the fuck wants to live a life like this. It’s too dangerous, and she seems so innocent. I guess I should give her a little credit, I don’t know too many people who’d do what she just did.
The road was clear for miles so I continued driving. This calmed me and gave me time to think. Should I just kill her and take her out of the picture? It wouldn’t be hard, it’s not like I haven’t killed before. But each person I’ve ever killed deserved it. Does Candace deserve to die? It really shouldn’t be this complicated.
But it is.
For some fucking reason, it is. Maybe I feel guilty. But then again, what would killing her do? It won’t solve anything. She doesn’t have to die, it’s not like she killed one of my men, and she actually killed the person that I wanted dead.
If anything, we should be applauding her. But fuck, I really shouldn’t have given her my gun. But she also shouldn’t have come back to the shop in the first place. How the fuck did she even find us? Maybe this was her fault. Wait, no, we kidnapped her first. She wouldn’t know about any of this if those two knuckleheads grabbed the right girl from the beginning. So was it their fault? Maybe they should deal with her? Sid wouldn’t think twice about putting a bullet in her, but would I be okay with that?
With more power comes more problems, it seems. Fucking hell, why is this so complicated? I don’t have time for this shit; why the fuck do I even care?
I took a path off road into the dirt as the other three followed. The dust filled the air behind us as they rode beside me. I let them know I was going to stop soon. I chose the most secluded area I could find, far from the highway where I couldn’t see anything but mountains on one side and the ocean’s horizon on the other.
Once we stopped, I took my sunglasses off and wiped it on my jeans before placing them in the front pocket of my leather vest. The strangest part was that Candace still held on tightly as if we were still driving, so I gently removed her hands away. No need to use force, yet. Not until I figure out what to do. Everyone gathered around after we parked our motorcycles but no one said a word.
This dilemma was harder than I’d thought. I took a few steps away from everyone to gather my thoughts.
Kill her? Let her live? Kill her? Let her live?
“Fuck!” I yelled, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” After a few deep breaths, I turned around and slowly walked back towards Candace without breaking eye contact.
It’s time.
***
Candace
Did I really just do that?
The air was warm and the sky looked like cotton candy. The sun was setting and the rumble from the seat below helped release the tension I felt in my body.
My head lay against Rainer’s back, placed firmly against the skull logo on his leather vest, and my arms were wrapped around his waist. His body felt warm, but not enough to heat my cold heart.
I didn’t know where we were going, but I didn’t care. As long as it was away from that garage.
I couldn’t feel much of anything. After pulling the
I felt Candace’s warm embrace as she hugged tighter. What am I supposed to do with her? What are the guys thinking about all this? I can’t blame them if they disagree with me, I fucked up and I fucked up big time. I wonder what she’s thinking. I can’t help but feel bad for her, she wasn’t supposed to be part of any of this, and now she has a murder on her hands. Why she would want to join us still baffles me, who the fuck wants to live a life like this. It’s too dangerous, and she seems so innocent. I guess I should give her a little credit, I don’t know too many people who’d do what she just did.
The road was clear for miles so I continued driving. This calmed me and gave me time to think. Should I just kill her and take her out of the picture? It wouldn’t be hard, it’s not like I haven’t killed before. But each person I’ve ever killed deserved it. Does Candace deserve to die? It really shouldn’t be this complicated.
But it is.
For some fucking reason, it is. Maybe I feel guilty. But then again, what would killing her do? It won’t solve anything. She doesn’t have to die, it’s not like she killed one of my men, and she actually killed the person that I wanted dead.
If anything, we should be applauding her. But fuck, I really shouldn’t have given her my gun. But she also shouldn’t have come back to the shop in the first place. How the fuck did she even find us? Maybe this was her fault. Wait, no, we kidnapped her first. She wouldn’t know about any of this if those two knuckleheads grabbed the right girl from the beginning. So was it their fault? Maybe they should deal with her? Sid wouldn’t think twice about putting a bullet in her, but would I be okay with that?
With more power comes more problems, it seems. Fucking hell, why is this so complicated? I don’t have time for this shit; why the fuck do I even care?
I took a path off road into the dirt as the other three followed. The dust filled the air behind us as they rode beside me. I let them know I was going to stop soon. I chose the most secluded area I could find, far from the highway where I couldn’t see anything but mountains on one side and the ocean’s horizon on the other.
Once we stopped, I took my sunglasses off and wiped it on my jeans before placing them in the front pocket of my leather vest. The strangest part was that Candace still held on tightly as if we were still driving, so I gently removed her hands away. No need to use force, yet. Not until I figure out what to do. Everyone gathered around after we parked our motorcycles but no one said a word.
This dilemma was harder than I’d thought. I took a few steps away from everyone to gather my thoughts.
Kill her? Let her live? Kill her? Let her live?
“Fuck!” I yelled, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” After a few deep breaths, I turned around and slowly walked back towards Candace without breaking eye contact.
It’s time.
***
Candace
Did I really just do that?
The air was warm and the sky looked like cotton candy. The sun was setting and the rumble from the seat below helped release the tension I felt in my body.
My head lay against Rainer’s back, placed firmly against the skull logo on his leather vest, and my arms were wrapped around his waist. His body felt warm, but not enough to heat my cold heart.
I didn’t know where we were going, but I didn’t care. As long as it was away from that garage.
I couldn’t feel much of anything. After pulling the
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