Beretta (MC#1)

Chapter 31- Her

Tomorrow, brothers, is the day. The day we prove our might and power, our grit and determination but most of all- our unity. It is time we proved to the world that the Reaper's disciples never let any of their disciples face danger alone", Diesel banged his fisted hand on his President patch with fervor lighting his eyes as bright as the stars above us.

Around me, all these men in the cramped room they called church hollered with emotion. Even Psycho- the emotionless machine- glared straight at the gigantic emblem painting the table as he fisted his hand over his patch. Don stared straight at me as he followed suit and I didn't miss the message in his gaze. I stared back with all that I had left in me.

I know. I tried to convey. I know, I'm leading them all to their possible death.

Then fucking do something about it. He seemed to say. before looking away as if disinterested.

It didn't take a genius to understand what was going on between us. And my brother was the smartest of all of us present in the room. So, I smiled. Tried to tell him it's all good. But he just glared at Don before carrying on.

"Church ov-", I bolted out of my seat before he could even complete his words. Turns out years of being a contract killer didn't harden me enough to stomach what I already knew awaited us ahead.

I stumbled through the bar and up the stairs, barely reaching the toilet as my previous meal came up. Later, after fixing my appearance I tip-toed out of the clubhouse and to the garage. I admired the beautiful beast Blaze had gifted me and rumbled the engine to life. Everyone inside had been alerted of my presence, but I couldn't care as I rode away to the one place I could clear my head, the calls of my brother lost to the rushing winds.

First, I smelled the salty air. Then I heard the synchronized waves crashing on the beach. As always, I struggled to get my boots off. Images of Blaze kneeling to take off my boots rushed through my brain. His starlit eyes, his moon-kissed face and those beautiful lips I could divulge in for the rest of my life all flashed back to me.

Buying myself a cappuccino from the little cabin-shop, I sank into the small opening behind the rocks. Our place- mine and his- but only this time, I sat here all alone. Alone, admiring the moon with its shining light. I wondered if he was staring at the same moon I did- if he was thinking of me like I did of him.

I drained my small whiskey bottle before the coffee cooled enough to not burn my tongue. My brain overdriven with many thoughts- or solutions, I should say. Alone time did me the favor of making me realize the grave mistake I had committed. I had brought death itself on the doorstep of my loved ones. Had I not approached them, had I melted into this ever-moving universe, had I disappeared Crow would have never been able to come this close to defeating the Reaper's disciples.

I was the culprit, and I knew it.

My racing thoughts quickened as a plan began to take formation. The reaching arms of the ocean disappeared into the sand with a tragic clash, only ever reaching so far as to caress my toes lovingly. And just like these waves, I knew I had done all I could to fight the darkness. I knew this was as far as I could reach.

I had decided what I had to do. And I was ready to do it. I rose, brushing sand from my jacket and walked back to my bike. My cup of coffee stood alone in between the rocks, hidden- forgotten.

A/N:

I know this is short. Please, don't come for me. I promise I'm trying my hardest to keep writing as often as I can. 

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Jare