Zay is held captive by the VP, Riggs, of the motorcycle club Snakes because her ex-boyfriend, Adam Lovett, owes them money. Little does she know, she's more connected to the club than she thinks. Will she escape? Will she end up six feet under? Unve...
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Two days passed.
Two more fucking days and not a single word from my brothers. No calls, no returned messages. Radio silence and I'm expected to sit here and wait like a fucking bitch. I'm done waiting. I'm done expecting. I'm done.
Moments like this remind me of my daddy and how we'd sit at home waiting for him to get back from a job. My mama never explained the business to us until we were older, my daddy would tell us horror stories about the club. His bedtime stories gave me chills but excited me to be part of something I didn't understand. He told me I'd be president of the club one day. The head snake, taking over and running this business to the top.
He'd tell me about the guns and explain how to use them. He always reminded us to remove the safety. Can't get shit done with the safety on. My mama hated it, she'd yell at my daddy all the time. She'd yell at us too for pretending to be bikers and wearing cuts when we weren't supposed to. I wore my daddy's cut all the time when he was home. He didn't mind it. Said it made him proud. If only I knew then what I know now and how much that cut would fuck me over.
I didn't care then, I was obsessed with the life.
My mama wanted better for us. I never understood.
Until I was seventeen, then I understood.
I come up behind Zay as she sips her coffee in the kitchen, kissing the nape of her neck. "Morning."
I'm an equal with her. She doesn't look down on me. Or judge me.
We're alike.
We both have blood on our hands.
The stench of ex-lovers in our beds.
We're both damaged.
I could get used to being damaged with her.
The last two days we didn't speak of our pasts. After she told me about how she planned to kill someone but then didn't want to and ended up doing it anyway. I knew exactly what she meant.
All the bodies lying in a grave right now because of me weren't meant to be there. I was told. And when you're told to do something in the MC, you do it.
You lay your life on the line for your brothers.
No matter how wrong it is.
No matter how much it hurts you.
No matter if the last thing those people see is your face before you kill them, and their faces haunt your nightmares.
It doesn't matter.
The MC is what matters.
Snakes are what matter.
Looking back, none of it fucking mattered.
Zay turns and grins up at me, her teeth raking her bottom lip. "It's Friday."
