Recluse Protection

Chapter 43

"Yes, they're in Church, what are you planning?" Susan asks as she looks at me, hands on the wheel, sitting stiffly.

"You don't want to know." Susan turned to look back at the road as she drove us to the clubhouse. The remainder of the ride is made in silence; the past few days I have spent 'resting' I use the term loosely. My mind wouldn't stop running a mile a minute, wouldn't let me sleep for more than three hours at a time. I'm killing that man. Continually all that I could see was Gears body, Bear's body. Replaying how they died. How he killed them.

"You're going to make him pay, right?" I give a slow nod, staring at the road ahead of us.

"He'll pay, he'll remember why they call me demon." Today is the last day he gets to sit pretty in church, he gets to lie to his family. The last day he rides and lives.

"Good." She pulled into the compound, stopping the car, I stood, slamming the door. The few men and women that stood outside pause and look at me, confusion descends. Good. The man at the door pauses and stares at me, holding it hope with a cigarette hanging from his lips, unlit. A moment's notice has the club normal deafening sounds silencing almost immediately. A red haze blocks the room in my mind, all I can see is the open Church door, Forger stands in the way of the open door.

"Well that was interesting..." I watch as he trails off his eyes meeting mine, his white bushy brows jump up as he stares, frozen. "Holy Shit..." He rumbled steadily, the corner of his mouth tilting up. Patriot's deep southern twang slips from the room

"What? You see a ghost now old man?" The weak attempt at a joke slips past me as I stare at Forger, staring at him, the distance between us growing shorter and shorter. This ends tonight.

"Yeah... you could say that, one pissed off scary demon of a ghost." I want to be amused, I want to crack a smile at the joke, but I can't be bothered. A traitor is in that room. I don't bother to stutter in the doorway, pulling the door from his hand to slam it with finality. His end is near.

"A demon that's seen better days." Patriot once again makes a joke making me look at him. My eyes scan around the room, narrowing on the twitching form of my target, his skin pales painfully, skin growing clammy. You're ass is mine.

"Casey, what... how the hell are you alive?" Cobra's voice makes me turn my head to stare at him, exposing the fire, the war in my eyes.

"Demon's don't burn." The room falls silent as I turn back to my target, my lip raised in disgust. "Do you feel like a man yet?" I sneered while Cueball swallowed and looked around the room with a simple chuckle, shaking his head.

"Cc, what-"

"DON'T!" My temper rises and I breath heavily as I move towards him. The room dead silent, watching the scene play out. "Don't paint me like a fool. Don't paint me like I'm your family." I spit at him, watching as he stands the chair knocking backwards painfully screeching it's protests as it clatters to the floor, the squeaking wheel crying it's protest.

"Cc, stop it, what on earth are you trying to say? You're hurting, it looks like you could have a concussion." He tried to reason, making my lip rise in disgust as I looked towards Kado and Patriot, jerking my head with a sneer.

"You gutted Gears like a goddamn buck, left him to bleed alone. My brother, you killed, for your next goddamn hit!" My anger burns brightly as I step forward. Kado and Patriot moved to grab his arms. "You gunned down Bear, took him to the alley you catch your hits from. My father, this club's President, the man who saved your ass! Pulled you from the goddamn drug riddled stupor you lived in, you killed him." Emotion tightens my throat.