Page 95 of Depraved

For a moment, I closed my eyes, thinking of how it felt to be with her, against her, inside her. It felt better than I ever could have imagined. Being president of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in New York didn’t make me feel as powerful as it did when she finally surrendered herself to me. For a hardened man like myself, those moments with her, experiencing that euphoria was the closest I’d ever get to feeling the kind of emotion that stemmed from a person’s soul. God! I didn’t want it to fucking end. But it did. Badly.

Deep down, I had always known the day would come when I’d ruin my pretty ballerina girl. But I took her anyway, corrupted her, then tore her apart. I couldn’t stop myself because I wanted her too much.

Selfish fucker.

I took a deep breath while pulling my fingers through my hair. These metaphorical walks down memory lane were crushing me, slowly killing me like some wretched disease without a cure. But I deserved it. I deserved to be haunted and tortured by memories, which was why I’d never let myself forget.

Ink and I got back to the safe house before dawn. Of course, after silently pushing our motorcycles to the back of the house, Onyx was sitting on the porch waiting for us.

“Fun night?”

Ink and I glanced at each other, and I looked back at my brother. “Maybe.”

“Where’d you go?”

“Out.”

I paused in front of Onyx, and Ink casually took a seat next to him, lighting himself a cigarette. “She had to be a lousy lay for you to be up at the crack of dawn.”

Onyx glared at Ink before turning his attention back to me. “I know what you’re doing.”

I kicked at the dirt. “Yeah, and what’s that?”

“You’re fucking up Pythons, aren’t you?”

“What makes you think that?”

Onyx turned to face Ink. “Because there’s no way in hell you’d be able to hide your rage if you weren’t purging somehow. So, look me in the eye and tell me you’re not fucking up Pythons.”

Ink smirked at Onyx. “You bet your motherfucking ass we’re fucking up Pythons.”

“Ink,” I started, but he held up his hand while still looking Onyx in the eye.

“You want in?”

Onyx continued to stare at Ink for a few seconds. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Great.” Ink got up then turned toward me. “You know where to find me.”

I nodded, and he went inside the house. Son of a bitch didn’t even think twice about telling Onyx the truth. And within five seconds, Ink managed to get my little brother on board this shit show with us.

Onyx got up and stepped toward me. “I knew you were hiding something.”

“I wasn’t hiding it.” I stomped on my cigarette and brushed past him, not in the mood for another argument.

“Granite.”

I stopped. “What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think I had to.”

“Bullshit.”

I turned to face him. “This is not your fight.”

“Are you serious?” He narrowed his eyes. “Are you for real right now? Of course, this is my fight. This is all of our fight. Especially now.”