Page 12 of Joker
Reaching for my comms, I say, “Brothers, is the house clear?”
A grainy voice replies, “Clear. Someone’s been here, but not for a while. No girly shit anywhere.”
I feel myself relax a little, at least that’s something.
“Brothers, you need to see the shit in the barn. Fuck, it’s like a torture chamber or some shit. Wolf, man, you need to see this.”
“On my way,” is the reply.
Taking a closer look, I can see what looks like a hospital metal gurney with restraints attached pushed up against a wall. Blood stains the top. In the far corner is a large sink with a whole load of chemicals and large metal barrels.
“Holy fucking shit,” is the brothers’ reactions to seeing the back of the barn. Wolf is looking over everything.
“Professional,” is his take on it, and it’s the same as mine.
“Whoever’s place this is, knows what they are doing.”
“What’s in the barrels,” Tank says as he makes his way over to them.
“Don’t touch!” Wolf barks at him.
“Jesus, sorry, brother,” Tank says, looking at Wolf with a wary face.
“The chemicals under the sink are for decomposing bodies. Them barrels will have bodies and acid in them,” Wolf replies.
This fact makes our faces pale, and we all step away from the barrels. Who the fuck is using this place? I switch my comms to one where Prez and Bull can hear me.
“Prez got an issue. Seems our address is being used by some murdering weirdo. Torture chamber and barrels with bodies in acid. Freaky shit.”
“Jesus fuck!” is the only reply I get from Bull.
“Take pictures and get back safe,” Prez instructs.
Nodding to Reck, I let him know Prez’s order, he starts to take pictures. Tank goes to keep watch, and Wolf is still examining the tools.
“Brother, what is this shit?”
Wolf looks me straight in the eye. “Not good.”
This is exactly what I didn’t want to hear. Had this freak got Carrie and been doing this shit to her? Is she already dead? Hurt somewhere? This had only left me with too many questions. I can see the pain in Reck’s face. He’s thinking the same as me. Not wanting to get too stuck in my own head, I make my way outside.
Taking a moment to myself, I think back to the last time I’d held my girl in my arms. It was her birthday, and she had just given me the best present ever.
I can’t believe it. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen is lying in my arms, and we just shared the most amazing moment together. I truly feel like the biggest, richest man in the world, that Carrie trusted me enough to be her first, and it means the world to me that she’s mine. I know we’re both underage and deemed not mature enough to make the decision, but all the crap we’d gone through makes us mature enough.
It all just feels right. Like this is supposed to be how it is. Carrie makes me feel things I don't realize I could. I want to wrap her up and keep her safe. She has the purest heart of anyone I know. No matter what life throws at her, she still chooses to smile and see the good in the situation. She amazes me every day with how strong she is. My girl is a badass through and through.
Stroking my fingers along her arm, I hold her tighter to me as if she can disappear into dust at any time. Just the feeling of her next to me, head lying on my chest while she sleeps, it shocks me how I can feel this way for another person.
Losing my mom young was hard. Dad does what he can, but he’s not great with his feelings. Mom was the love of his life, and I know it broke him when she died, leaving him with a young baby to look after.
Cancer took Mom when I was 4 years old. Being so young, I don’t really have many memories of her, which is the hardest thing. The brothers in the club all loved her. Angel was the ‘Mom’ of the club. Looking after all the men and making sure the clubhouse was run as it should be. She was spicy and sweet, as my dad says. The brothers adored her.
They will tell me stories of a free-spirited angel who could melt any hardened heart with just her smile and then throw you a whole load of sass while still looking all innocent. Dad said Carrie reminds him of Mom, and Mom would have loved her. That lets me know Carrie is it for me.
The sun is starting to rise over the trees, and soon we will need to head back. Not wanting to break from this moment but knowing soon we will need to get back to real life.
However, this is only the beginning, as no way in hell am I letting her go now. She’s my future, her and Johnny.
