Addicted to You (Devils Right Hand MC #3)

Chapter 10

Trigger Warning: torture & violence..... and well... sweet sweet revenge

Axe's POV

When I first joined the club, it was for survival. After Mel died, I went off the deep end and I did some pretty fucked up stuff. I was on a one-way street for prison or the morgue, but Grease stepped in. Actually, he almost shot me because I was trying to steal one of the cars in his shop, but he recognized the path of self-destruction I was on and gave me a job. That job led to the club.

Grease told me about the club a few days before my seventeenth birthday and I agreed to it almost immediately. I didn't even think, I was just happy to feel like I belonged somewhere, anywhere. So I joined to prove to myself that I could survive.

Though I joined for selfish reasons, I quickly realized that this club is much more than that. It was during the 'elimination' of Clove's attacker Jesse that Blade first noticed my skill set. So he and Driver have been helping me master those skills. Most people would think these skills make me evil, but I use them for good. I use them to protect people who can't protect themselves. I use them to save innocent lives like I couldn't do for Mel. The cases I see have a clear person to blame and I get the pleasure of being judge, jury, and sometimes executioner.

I have this skill set. It is my job to protect people, but I couldn't protect her. She has quickly become the best friend I have ever had and I couldn't even do my fucking job and protect her. A person she trusted violated and that fact turns the blood in my veins to lava flowing through me, igniting every part with a hatred and rage that I have never felt before.

I got into this club for selfish reasons, but now I'm fucking glad I did because I'm about to use every single skill I have on one hunk of meat. A hunk of meat that will regret the day his mama ever opened her legs after I am through with him.

I sit on the hard, old, sofa in the corner of my room as I watch her shallow breaths become deeper and I know she's asleep. It didn't take long, as I expected, because she's been through hell and her body doesn't know how to handle it. When you live through something so traumatic, the body's first reaction is to shut down. It's the only thing she can do, but I can do much more.

The second I am sure she's asleep, I grab my vest from the back of the sofa and my tool kit from underneath my bed. She fought him off. She did her part, now I'm going to do my part.

Anger doesn't even come close to what I am feeling as I leave the table lamp on and quickly rush out of my room. I'm sure the entire club knows a vague description of what happened, but we have to vote before we officially do anything. I'm sure as hell not waiting on a fucking vote when this monster is still breathing the same air she is.

"How is she?" Grace asks the second she sees me. As expected, the entire club is piled into the bar, even all of the old ladies.

"She's asleep," I mutter. "I'll be back, I got an errand to run," I add as I turn for the door.

"No you don't, Prospect," Blade calls and I stop in my tracks. I don't want to go against my president's orders, but for her, I will. I don't even have to think about it.

"Pres-" I begin but he interrupts me.

"You ain't going alone," he smirks as he stands up.

"What about a vote?" I ask.

"We voted while you were upstairs. This isn't an elimination order, but the mother fucker is gonna pay," Driver growls.

"So, what's the plan, Axe?" Blade asks which confuses me. He's the president and I am just a prospect, he should be the one calling the shots, but I am thankful he is letting me handle this. This is my best friend. I have to be the one to make this son of a bitch pay.