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“It’s almost like you’re trying to show remorse, Micro, but here’s the thing. You lied better than anyone I’ve ever met. You pretended to be one of us. You wore the colours, and you were our fucking brother. All of that was a lie. All of it was a role you were playing. You expect me to believe this is real now? How can I?”
I lowered my head. “You can’t. I didn’t deserve your trust then, and I don’t now. As long as she’s safe, I can face whatever you do to me. Just know that it was never fake. Not with you. Not with so many, but especially you. Stabbing you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It was like stabbing myself. It’s okay that you don’t believe me. I’m sorry though, for everything.”
Torch squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and took a deep breath, and when they opened again, the anger was back.
“So you get your fucking closure, and deign to die now?Fuck you.Fuck you all the way to hell.” The torch blazed with terrifying flame again, and as he lowered it to my chest, to my old club tattoo, and as searing pain followed, I began to scream.
Torch
Everyscreambrokealittle more of my fucking soul, because I’d never expected to see him again, and being left to his torture was going to destroy me. I wished he’d just stayed away. It’d been months, and we’d just settled back into normal life again, albeit life without one of my closest fucking brothers. Why couldn’t he just stay out of biker life, and out of ours?
“FUCK!” He yelled, as my torch singed away more of his skin, more of that fucking evil club’s ink. I pulled back, giving him a moment to breathe, and wondered why the fuck I was dragging this out.
“Why, man? Why would you do all this to avenge a fucker so twisted that he’s better off dead?” I wanted him to get pissed, to show me that nasty vengeful side that we saw when we first captured him, because this contrite remorseful guy was really fucking hard to torture. It was making me feel like a monster. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this.
“Fuck!” Micro gasped, practically panting with the pain. “He was all I had, he raised me, and they killed him!”
I’d only burned a small line across his fucking ink, and I couldn’t bring myself to do more. I never thought it’d behisscreams I’d hear when I did that. In fact, when he escaped, I was relieved, because it saved me from this moment. I was enough of a coward that I was fucking relieved.
“Was he a good dad?” I asked as I set the torch down, and rubbed my sweating palms against my jeans. What kind of childhood had he had, growing up in that environment?
“Oh yeah, he was the best,” Micro gasped, rolling his eyes, “let’s see, he murdered my mother in front of me, while he and his guys raped her, but it’s okay, because he forced me to join in… oh yeah, and then he let his VP rape m…fuck!”
What the hell? “Why would you want to avenge that? I mean, weren’t you glad he was gone?”
Micro sagged in the chair, his breathing coming in ragged little pants now.
“Eventually, yeah, but at first, that pain was so fucking intense. I,” he hesitated, finally sighing heavily, “I never got to make him proud of me, okay? I always fucking failed. Too weak. Too slow. Too much of a pussy. Nothing was ever good enough!” Now he was yelling, spittle flying from his lips, as his eyes seemed to get wilder and more unhinged.
“Shoulda fucking killed him myself! Only I was too fucking WEAK! Just like he always said.”
Twenty-Three
Lissahadmadeapanicked call to someone, and when he ran into the room, I saw it was the biker named Ice. The one I’d spoken to on that fateful video call. He frantically checked Lissa over before he even looked at me.
“Hey, Sophie. I’m Ice, from-”
“Yes, yes,I know. You need to listen to me, dammit.”
“Snippy one, huh?” He grinned at Lissa briefly, but he could see something was bothering us both.
“Okay, what’s going on?”
“Micro is the man I love, please don’t hurt him.” He froze, his eyes widening with shock, before he turned to look at his wife.
“Is this for real? Not just some way of trying to save your brother?”
Lissa cursed out loud and smacked his arm, ignoring his indignant ‘hey’.
“This is for real, Ice. You need to stop whatever they’re doing to him. He didn’t hurt her!”
His face tightened with anger, as he caught Lissa by the shoulder and halted her agitated pacing.
“He didn’t hurt her? She should consider herself lucky, since she’s the only fucking one he hasn’t hurt.”
“Please, stop wasting time he doesn’t have! He was protecting me from the Rogues. He was the one who warned you, remember?”
“Jesus fuck,” Ice hissed, digging out a phone and tapping the screen, before he lifted it to his ear.
