Page 4 of Tattooed Love

“Losers,” Rachel muttered under her breath, clearly noticing my line of sight.

“Yep,” I replied, and, as we passed Jax’s table, I casually flicked my cigarette at one of the cheerleader’s heads.

I heard a high pitch shriek, followed by a moan, as we kept walking.

“Can’t you put out a cigarette right?” The angry little bimbo barked at me.

I just flipped the bird over my shoulder and kept pace with Rachel.

“So… any memories of the weekend?” Rachel asked knowingly.

“Nope, but I am sporting this highly fashionable cut lip,” I teased back, pushing the front door open with more force than it needed.

Students in the hall were caught off guard as the door slammed into the wall.

“Smooth.” Rachel mocked.

I shrugged my shoulders and we began to make our way up the corridor as the bell rang.

Everyone scattered and scurried to get to class, but Rachel and I maintained our languid pace.

And so, another day of high school had begun.

Jax

Pointing the gun at Ryan’s temple, I waited for him to beg for his life, but he remained silent. I couldn’t count how many lives I had ended. Only eighteen and I already had a record of a hardened criminal. Still, it didn’t bother me.

I was loyal to my club and my club brothers.

If that meant I had to get my hands dirty to stay loyal to them - I would, and I did.

I cocked my head to the side and ran my hand across the side of my face, which was swollen as a result of him trying to escape.

“Finish it Jax!” Cole snapped from beside me.

I met Ryan’s eyes one last time. His eyes were consumed with anger and hate towards me. The gun jerked back in my hand as I pulled the trigger.

Ryan’s blood splattered back onto the clear plastic, and his body dropped to the floor, lifeless.

“Clean this up,” I said to the prospect and walked away. My job here was done. Another loose end finished with. I was waiting for the day I would regret my life decisions, waiting for the day when the guilt of all the lives I’d taken overcomes me.

So far, it hadn’t.

“The accommodation has been organized,” Cole informed me, matching my pace as we walked out of the empty shed.

The Shield brothers. Troy Shield. You wouldn’t want to cross him. He made a great President. Almost as ruthless as I was; but he didn’t nearly come close to the number of lives I had ended.

Cole Shield. He was always the first one to pull his gun; he didn’t believe in second chances. He liked two things - his ability to aim straight, and women. Out of all the Shield brothers, he had the worst temper.

Tyler Shield. Loyal and trustworthy. If there was one thing you could always count on when it came to any of the Shield brothers, it was loyalty and trust. Tyler was a ladies man, and when he wasn’t charming a woman, he was backing up one of his brothers in a fist fight.

Adam Shield. The one I never could describe properly. He was quiet compared to the rest. Still loved the club as much as his brothers, but he didn’t like blood. He didn’t get a thrill out of ending a man’s life, and, when he could, he avoids confrontation.

“Did Troy pull strings?” I asked as Cole kicked the shed door open. I couldn’t stay at one of my houses because I had to be with an upstanding citizen.

“Yeah, kinda. You’re staying with our father and little sister,” Cole informed me, as he straddled his bike.

“You guys have a sister?” I questioned as I saddled my own motor bike.

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