drugs and girls is fucking disgusting.
Handy information to keep up my sleeve though.
With my plans to take out two of the members of the Twelve, knowing who the rats are can really fucking help me out later. How I’m not sure yet but I’ll figure it out.
Harbin claps me on the shoulder again as he moves away to talk to other bikers, all of them from out of town and a good source of information. Roxas is chugging his way through the beer, not a great amount of help but if shit goes south he’ll be up to fight.
Even completely blackout wasted he’s fucking deadly.
I stay near the bar, visible and ready to talk to anyone that might come forward. There’s eyes on me for the whole night, all of them assessing and just a little wary. No one knows what to do with this new version of me, the one that has a line and a woman waiting at home for me. They’re all trying to figure out if I’ve gone soft.
By the end of my list they’ll know two things.
I’m even more deadly than before and fucking no one touches my woman and survives.
Eventually the kid shows up and slips into the seat next to me, careful not to ever look my way completely. There’s enough eyes in the room that she has to be cautious, a little wary of being seen hanging out with me, and I wonder what the fuck she’s even doing here.
“I leave for school in two days. I got my emancipation.” She says as the bartender puts a shot of whiskey in front of her. I order her a burger and when she gives me a look I give one right back to her.
“Just fucking eat it. That’s great, kid. What do you need here? Are you on a job or just here to say goodbye?”
She fidgeting like a fucking crackhead but I know she’s stone cold sober right now. This is nerves, the type that come from really fucking caring about the person you’re talking to and the reaction your words are going to get. “I need you to cut off all communication with me.”
“I can do that, kid. What’s your plan?” I keep my voice even and calm, no signs of disappointment or anger. She’s getting the fuck out of the Bay, how can I hold a grudge over that shit? She doesn’t need anything else on her plate.
She sighs. “My plan is to finish high school and get the fuck out of this life. My plan is to find… normal and boring. Stop killing people to survive. Stop being the scariest person in the room.”
Fuck.
I didn’t know she struggled with this shit.
From the cold, calm, and deadly that’s always on her face, I’ve always thought she enjoyed the killing the same way I do. Apparently not.
That just makes me respect her more.
She hates the kill and yet she threw down for my girl like that? She’s too fucking good. I’ve said it before and I’ll keep fucking saying it; she’s too fucking good for the Bay and for me and for anyone else.
“You could induct me. I could keep people the fuck away from you, might help you get out of here and get D’Ardo away from you.”
She blinks up at me, her blank face not showing any of the shock she’s for fucking sure feeling. “You’ve spent your whole life refusing to sign up under anyone. There’s no way I’m letting you do that shit. Besides, I have a plan to get out. I’m good.”
I shrug. I had to put in on the table for her, it’s the least I fucking owe her. “That sounds good, kid. Are you coming back for summer holidays? You can stay with me and Odie, we’ll keep you out of shit. Odie would love that.”
She looks twitchy and hesitant. “I’ll call you once the year is over… see what my plan is then. Thanks for… thanks for being there for me. Thanks for the burger and for giving a shit.”
She sounds awkward as shit and, fuck, I feel the same. “No problem, kid. You’re family to me and my girl now. You need me, I’ll be there. No matter what. Promise me you’ll call.”
She nods and ducks her head a little, chowing down on the food and drinking her shot without another word. I watch her back and survey the crowd some more to make sure no one is about to give us