Page 24 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“Did that hurt?” Wrecker’s patronizing tone called from somewhere above me, but I refused to open my eyes.
“You broke my nose,” I accused him through the pain and blood I could feel running to the sides of my face.
“Now imagine,” he started in an amused tone, “a small bullet, very small, nothing really when compared to the size of my fist.”
I continued lying on the ground, refusing to move at all. I didn’t even care about it anymore.
“Imagine that bullet penetrating your head. Going from one side to the other.” He sounded so gentle now, I knew it was deceiving. I couldn’t be falling into his trap.
Unfortunately, his words were more powerful than anything he’d done to me this far. All I could see behind my closed lids was the last image I had seen of my mother. The way her body just fell on the wooden dock in the back of the mansion where she lived.
I wondered who found her body. I wondered who filmed her while she did that to herself. Who sent me the video.
So many questions, none of the answers.
That night taught me that if I don’t stand up for myself, no one will, especially no criminal biker whose main concern was how soon he could go get some pussy. Because that’s basically how Wrecker always calculated time.
Six months after that night, my name came up for vote to become a full member of the club. I’d proved myself and they wanted to keep me. Since leaving was not an option, I had no choice but to accept. It was me and this other guy.
“What do you want your club name to be, fucker?” Wrecker’s eyebrow went up in amusement. “Pick a name and the whore of your choice,” he spread his arms out as if encompassing the entire living space in the club house.
“What if I want two whores?” I smirked at him.
“You think you can handle more than one?” he chuckled as he arranged himself a line of coke on the hard surface of the bar.
“I get lucky like that,” I shrugged in fake self assurance. I was so nervous and excited, I couldn’t think.
“So what should the whores call you when they fuck you?” he snorted his line, then turned to look at me.
A memory from only months before, but which felt like it’d been years, floated into my head.
This is your lucky puck…
“Puck,” I replied, maybe too fast.
Wrecker raised an eyebrow in question. “As in hockey?”
“Yeah,” I shrugged and chuckled.
“Puck it is,” he nodded in approval, like a king on his throne, even though he was just sitting at the bar snorting cocaine on demand.
“What about you?” Wrecker lifted his chin in question at my fellow former prospect, now official member of the Steel Lizards MC.
“Sully will do,” he grumbled in his quiet way.
I turned to look at him. “Your name is your club name?”
“Could be worse,” he shrugged.
And with that, we became brothers in crime. And there’s been crime, let me tell you. Bricks had no heart to speak of, and the things he had me do as a member of the club should’ve been giving me nightmares.
Thank God for pussy, drugs and alcohol, I almost snort to myself now.
It’s true though, I would’ve never survived if it hadn’t been for all of that.
“We need to talk,” Sully’s deep voice startles me from my memories. I am also enjoying the view of the stripper in front of me. While I was reminiscing in my head, she, well, stripped. Dang, that ass. I’ve always loved a juicy ass, one I could grab and…
“Puck,” Sully slaps me upside the head to snap me out of it.
