Page 14 of Hades

“Where do you think I’m getting money from, Mom? You gotta make your welfare go further.”Or open your fucking legs for a john just like you used to.He sneered and picked up the stale bread taking a huge bite. Food was food even if it stuck in his throat. Food was accessible at the club and he ate there most days, much better food than he got here, at least it was hot in his belly.

Looking over at Renee, he could see food wasn’t important to her. She was losing weight and her hair thinning, blue veins poked through her paper-thin skin. As he watched her pick at her sandwich making a pile of crumbs on the plate, fingers shaking, eyes sallow, he wondered whether to give her the pills or force her into going cold turkey. There was too much going on to play jailer and nurse.

Fuck it. His head dropped, glaring at his own plate for his stupidity for taking care of the only person left dragging him down, but he was unable to quit. To leave her fend for herself.

“I’ll get the money.” He said resigned. He always got the money she demanded. Somehow.

Kyle hated that she was the one link to his life that made him weak, and pathetic. He was no better than a dog begging for affection even after being kicked to death. He knew she held no love for him whatsoever, he was a by-product of her infatuation with a man who used her.

Renee Williams had been as much of a victim as any, and while she continued to split his energy from what he wanted to be doing, she would always be the weak link to his new life.

Things needed to keep moving forward. He had plans. Big plans.

Shoving his plate away he rose and dug into his pocket, saw her eyes bulge out of her sunken skeleton, he shook out three pills, her dosages were going up and up, if he wasn’t careful he’d need a second batch before the end of the two weeks and he just couldn’t afford any right now. He took one back. “Kyle, I fucking need all of them, son.”

“Tough. Make do with those. I’ll seeya tomorrow.”

“Where are you going, to see that slut again?” She spat out, eyes glaring. In her nightie and pink housecoat Renee was probably a hundred pounds soaking wet. Whatever curves and chunk she’d had once before dropped off her the moment drugs became her priority. Maybe she was in mourning for his father, but she never mentioned him again. Kyle walked to the pantry and pulled out a package of cookies, tossing them on the table. “Treat yourself.” He told her. “Watch your shows.”

That slut, as Renee called her, was Dana. If sucking his cock in her father’s pool house made her a slut, then she was a slut. But she was a slut Kyle liked. For now. Though she was getting clingy, might be time to have one last fuck and tell her seeya.

He was out the door a minute later.

His old life scraped off as easy as shedding a snake skin, even his breathing became easier and he stepped into his new skin making his way towards the Renegade Souls compound.

CHAPTER FIVE

“And the winner is…”

On the eve of his Seventeenth birthday Kyle killed again.

No one could call it an accident of circumstance this time when it was a well thought out action, his singular focus following orders from the MC president. And this time he enjoyed it. Oh, hereallyenjoyed it. The noise, the feel of flesh breaking, the sheer volume of death was orgasmic to him and he knew he’d want to do it again.

But it didn’t make him a bad person. Some people liked to sew for fun and he thought that was fucking weird. The old lady that lived across the street from his house would sit on her porch all day long, in every kind of weather, with a basket of crap at her side, sewing a giant quilt of crap.

At least killing had a purpose.

Over the past year, he’d witnessed some of the darker, dirtier parts of life under the ruling of the badass Rex, who from what Kyle could deduce, had about as many morals as a cobra, and he thought he’d seen everything already, unshakable, what with living in a former whorehouse and the dregs of society that slithered through the doors to pump between the thighs of one of his aunts for a few dollars. That was a day in the park in contrast to the men Rex dealt with.

As a prospect, if he was ordered to go somewhere he didn’t question it, he got his butt there, he didn’t have rights if he wanted to patch in one day, he was basically a guy without a country under the laws of Rex who decided what Kyle did and when. The only choices Kyle called his own were when he ate, shit and fucked.

He loved the club life and hated most of the members, not to mention the other prospects. But, as long as he kept out of their way he was fine. What with the animosity with Mad-dog a couple of times without even meaning to, he’d pissed the old man off just by breathing, Kyle knew to keep his head down and off that man’s radar. “Get fucking rid of him.” He’d eavesdropped Mad-dog bark more than once to Rex.

Whatever, he had no love for that stupid fuck either. With dreams of poisoning him keeping him calm, just slipping something into that shit Greek food he made Kyle trek across town to pick up four days a week, or of coming up behind and sticking him with his pen knife until blood coated Kyle’s fingertips, the VP was getting on Kyle’s last nerve, but he held it together, never saying a word, smiled in the right places, all the while seething under his skin.Waiting.

He was good at waiting for what he deserved, no one could accuse of him not being patient for something he wanted badly.

“You’re an insane little fucker, aren’t ya, boy?” snorted Rex as he lit his cigarette outside ofOtis’bar but somehow Kyle felt the weight of pride in the insult, he chewed on his grin to stop it from emerging. The row of bikes meant most of the MC were already inside celebrating. It was a big kill, an even bigger drugs raid Rex kept his eye on for months.

Kyle shoved hands into his pockets, a shoulder rolled up by his ear.

Had anyone ever praised him before?

“I just did as I was told, Sir.” That was the truth. Having sought to impress the boss. Rex ordered everyone inside the meth house killed, no exceptions. It wasn’t a foreign language, he followed orders, walking out ten minutes later behind one of the patched in RS men, now with another kill to his name.

Kyle’s chest inflating, breathing like a bull, as his eyes had hunted out the Renegade Souls president for his approval. Rex gave a nod, and Kyle had taken it to mean he’d done good. One of the other prospects spewed his ring up, the stench of death was strong, the kid couldn’t even go inside the house. Kyle had pulled the bandana up over his nose and mouth and pushed the wimp aside while the boy puked all over his own shoes.

Kyle didn’t falter once while he killed a total stranger.

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