Bullet: Devil's Rose MC #5

Chapter 3: Mason Ohara

Piper's intensely brown eyes meet my own while she walks out of the building. That's not going to make me feel bad for kicking her out. I don't fucking care enough for that shit. I have no obligation to be nice to her or help her out in any way. 

My job is to train her, and if she can't handle it, then I don't give a fuck. I'm not going to change my mind about that because she gazes at me with those beautiful and sparkling dark brown eyes. Hell fucking no.

"Maybe you should go easier on her."

"Why would I do that? Have I ever gone easy on you, Nick?"

"No, you haven't, but she's not me. I can take what you hand out. That doesn't mean anyone else should have to."

"Don't talk to me as if you know me."

"Don't I? I feel like I do. Piper didn't do anything wrong."

"Not yet."

"Oh, Bullet. You can't keep living like that. You're just building walls."

"Walls are good. Walls keep you safe, protected."

"Walls leave you isolated and harsh and cold. She doesn't deserve that."

"Why her specifically? What the fuck don't I know?"

"No one deserves it. I'm only saying her because you say shitty things to her. You said that to anyone fucking else, I would be saying the same thing."

"Her feelings aren't my problem. Her reactions aren't my problem either."

"No, they aren't. But the things that come out of your mouth are."

"I don't need a fucking therapist."

"I firmly disagree with that. You could use a psychiatrist."

I give him a pointed expression but know I can't disagree. Pretty much everyone who joins the Devil's Rose MC needs a psychiatrist, Nick included. My dad was out of the picture pretty damn early in my life. I can barely remember the motherfucker. 

He left me and Hugo (that lying piece of shit) with my alcoholic whore of a mother who used to beat me senseless whenever she would get the fucking chance. My brother is a different type of asshole. He gets off on more emotional and mental devastation, my mother was more of a physical abuser. 

So yeah, all that fucked me up. I've already tried to push it down or whatever, but sometimes my family does something so fucking dumb and bullshitty that I turn into an asshole myself. Clearly.

So, Nick's not wrong.

"Back to Piper though, Bullet. I think you should be nicer, at least to her."

"No. No special treatment for anyone."

He holds his hands up in a surrender position, backing away from me. Good, bitch.

"Alright, alright. I won't push you."

"Get back to work."

"Yes, sir."

Nick gives me an overexaggerated salute before making his way back into the mix of prospects. I think about what he said as he gets back to work. I know I have a lot to face about my childhood and past experiences, but I didn't think that it affected me as much as I'm realizing it did. 

Especially with what happened with my brother bringing up all that old stuff and then everyone around me pretty much calling me an asshole. I think it's fucking ridiculous that they feel like they have a right to judge me.