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He sat down, which was literally the opposite of what I just encouraged. Nothing ever fucking changed around here.
“So he told the truth about this shit, huh?”Oh hell.Don’t you go soft now too, for fuck’s sake.
I leaned my elbows on the desk to meet his eyes, so he could be really sure about my feelings on the subject.
“Yeah. Doesn’t mean anything else that came from his lips is true, though, VP. Let’s not go thinking he’s a fucking changed man. You gonna assume a knock on the head fixed what’s fucked up in there?”
Stitch rolled his eyes at me, not taking the bait, which I was kinda pissed about, because I needed to let out some of this fucking angst that was always inside me, always craving a fucking hit of something to take the edge off.
“You know that’s not what I’m suggesting, but this is the first time we’ve seen him in months, and you have to admit he’s different. He’s not bolshy and aggressive, he’s not taunting us, or mocking our old ladies. He’s focused on one thing, and one thing only.Her.”
Jesus. Like he’s been fucking reborn or something, that’s what he’s suggesting. Like somehow this one act redeems him, after all the evil he did.
“I’m sure Jock and Chrissy are resting happily in the fucking afterlife, knowing their killer gets to be happy now.”
Stitch cursed, getting up and pacing again, his fists clenching and unclenching as he smoothed them down his cut.
“I just think that something’s different, and while I want him to pay for every fucking thing he did-”
“Like sexually assaulting your baby sister? You mean that, VP?”
“FUCK! He got in my head, didn’t he? This is all just another fucking play. He fucked with us, he hurt us, and now he’s messing with our brains, and making us think we’re the bad guys here.”
That’s more like it.I didn’t want Lissa hurting at the thought of her long lost half-brother being hurt or killed, but I worried more about the long term effects of that fucker being alive, and able to screw with her. She’d definitely try to help him. Of course she fucking would. It was who she was inside. A good person. Too good. And that’s why I couldn’t let him abuse that sweet soul of hers.
“We save the kid, and then he dies, VP. Promise me he fucking dies.”
Stitch nodded, but was that a slightly haunted look in his eyes as he turned away and left the room?
Twenty-Four
Torchbeingcalledaway,before he could end me, was something he was probably more relieved about than me, because I could see that being left to my torture was fucking him up. I didn’t want to keep causing him pain, because I hadn’t lied before, or any time I’d told him that I cared about him. He was the closest thing I’d ever had to a real brother, and the night I stabbed him would always fucking haunt me.
If it could have gone down any other way… I never meant it to happen. I still didn’t really understand how it had. Was I so far gone at that point that my only option was to stick a knife in the person most important to me? Had the fucking steroids fucked my brain up that much over the years? Or was I just the monster they all knew me to be?
That damn night
Ithadallgoneto plan, and I had her, and terrorising her would fuck up Stitch and Has, so it was a twofer in my fucked up head, right?
I loaded her unconscious ass into the van, and listened as the fire alarm cut out, and I knew my time was nearly up. I headed back over to close up and hide the damage to the fence, which was just one of many ways I could come and go right under those fuckers’ noses, and that’s when I saw Torch. He was running towards the spray bay, and that’s when he saw me loitering.
“Hey man, whatcha doing over there? Did you hear the alarm?” Well, duh. I didn’t technically live at the clubhouse. I kinda roomed there now and then, but I had a few places I liked to crash, because a guy with no fucking family, or possessions, can crash anywhere, right?
“Just taking a walk,” I said, leaning against the segment of fence I didn’t want him to see, thanking my fucking forethought in locking the van, even though it was right at the alley, and would be found if I didn’t hurry.
“Taking a walk while the alarm’s going? I fell asleep on one of the sofas in the bar, and it scared the shit out of me.” He cast his eyes around us, looking confused.
“Why did the alarm go off though? And where the fuck is everyone? Nobody’s coming outside. Jesus, what’s going on?” He started running back to the clubhouse, and I grabbed his arm,
“What are you doing? There could be a fire in there!” Obviously there wasn’t, but I didn’t want him to see what I’d done. Would he work it out anyway? He was smarter than people gave him credit for, I mean many of us were, but a cut means you always get underestimated, or misjudged.
“They could be trapped, man, why aren’t you going in?” He suddenly paused and frowned at me, his mind getting there too fast for my liking.
“You should have been rushing in there to save them, and instead you’re out here watching? Why the fuck aren’t you doing something?”
I shrugged, wondering how the fuck to undo this now, because he’d realise what I was up to, and I wouldn’t get away with it. He’d almost found Has, for fuck’s sake, and I was hoping that head injury had been fatal. The longer the fucker lay there like that, the better the chance he wouldn’t wake up.
“It’s a false alarm, man, that’s all. That’s why nobody rushed out here. It’s all cool.”
