Biker Boy Gunnar ✔️

Seven

Axel POV

As I was threw the last strands of dirt on the dead informant, my mind begins wandering towards the informant I had just gathered a mere hour ago. At first we refused to believe the information he had given us. He said Charlie our Charlie had gave them information regarding our shipments which means she flipped on us. I knew I didn't trust her for a reason, she was a manipulator and a conniving whore.

I tried to get Maverick and the rest of the voting members to send in someone trustworthy but others couldn't look pass her charming green eyes and the innocent aura she displayed. They dismissed my claims because Charlie and I had dated back in High School, she was my—first love—we ended because I found out she was sleeping with other men. Men who were suppose to be my friends, men who are no longer with us.

Ryker was on the other side of the informant grave patting down his side of the grave. I don't know who was more disappointed me or Ryker considering Charlie was suppose to be Ryker's old lady. He had got a little reckless with when he was in the midst of torturing the guy for information. He might have cut off a few body pieces such as; fingers, ears and toes. He wants to mail it to the Morrow residence as a warning.

As we were walking away I couldn't help but wonder what the informant meant when he said the Sons have a faith worst than death planned for us.

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The music dimmed a bit as I exited Kitten Claws with one of the strippers who were beaten. Her pale skin was covered in layer of bruises, which she tried to hide by tightening the sapphire blue rob around her body. She had put a fair amount of distance between us almost as if she was afraid I would hurt her. The cigarette in between my lips called for release as the smoke began taking a hold of my mouth and lungs.

The night air blew the smoke into our faces as soon as I removed it from my mouth and placed it into the fingers of my left hand. Once we were a safe distance away from the strip club we stopped and I went in front of her to analyze her movements. One side of her face was completely purple a huge chuck of her cheek was bigger than the right side. Her sapphire blue eyes seem dull, I could only see one eye because the other was sealed shut.

She was using her bone straight platinum blonde hair to cover her battered face. Her movement was skittish and for se reason her body refused to stay still. For a brief moment I wondered if she was just a drug addict who forgot to pay her debt to her dealer. When I reached out to her to get her to make eye contact with me she jumped back nearly giving me a heart attack.

She obviously suffered through more than just a beating. Contrary to popular beliefs all strippers do is dance on willing customers. They don't have intercourse with customers for money. Kitten Claws will fire you on the spot if they found out you were sleeping with customers.

"Snow White?" I questioned in an attempt to have her look me directly in the eye.

Her gaze remained locked on the ground, I'm unsure what she could have been looking for considering it was so dark outside. If people were to look in our direction all they would see is heads and blonde hair. Slowly her head started to rise causing the frustration that was casually rising to decease. When her eyes met mine I could see tears starting to spill out of her deep ocean colored eyes.

"Snow White," I spoke her stripper name once again. "I need you to tell me what happened."

At this point my cigarette was practically gone so I threw it on the ground and smashed my foot onto it. Strands of blonde hair flew into her face as I waited on her response. Snow White obviously isn't her real name, it's her stage name.