Biker Boy Gunnar ✔️

Eighteen

Axel POV

A pounding headache graced me with it's presence as soon as I woke up. The taste of vomit laced my dehydrated tongue bringing my attention to the fact that I must have been drinking a lot more last night. Slowly I sat up in bed in an attempt to be extra careful not to aggravate my headache anymore than necessary.

"Good morning Sunshine!" I heard Manny yell as he yanked open the blinds on my windows.

An array of lights streamed into my room with vengeance. A sharp pain made itself known on my torso. What the hell happened last night? The last thing I remember is the bartender refusing to give me my keys. In which I retorted with the many different ways I could make his life, let's just say exciting. Well exciting for me at least...

"What happen last night?" I questioned as I opened the drawer next to my bed in search of some pills. After dry swallowing the multiple pills I turned my attention to Manny.

"Reign texted me from your phone last night," He shrugged as he continued to speak louder than necessary. "She was gone before I got there but man you reeked of vomit when I found you."

"What do you mean when you found me? I don't smell like vomit." I trailed the ending of my sentence as I look at Manny with skepticism.

A smirk slid across his face. "You're actually bigger than I thought, if you know what I mean. Guess I lost that bet as well..." He brought his hand to his face and used his pointer finger and thumb to rub his chin.

"You're such a little bitc—"

"Not in front of a lady." He warned.

      As soon as the word—lady—dropped from his mouth a brown and black German Shepherd came rushing into my room. She ran straight towards Manny. Her paws were placed on his abdomen as she tried to unsuccessfully lick his face.

"What the hell man?" I questioned. "I told you to stop bringing your mutt to my house."

"Yeah but when do I ever listen to you?" He retorted.

"I'm going to kill that bitc—"

"Lady is sensitive to the b word," He cut me off with narrowed eyes. "Don't you have any manners?"

"I'm serious if you bring her here one more time I'll kill her."

"Damn man I see you're back to being a grouchy prick." He scowled as he grabbed his dogs paws and moved them off his chest so they could drop to the floor. "Come on lady let's see what Uncle Gunnar has in his cabinets."

"I'm not that dog Uncle." I growled as they exited the room.

I could feel the power of my anger coursing through my blood. My anger was being misdirected and unfortunately for Manny and Lady they were on the receiving end of said anger. It's a side effect, after putting someone through an immense amount of pain I go through different stages of trying to reestablish my sobriety.

First step is anger—it's always anger—I'm angry at Maverick for forcing me to help him torture Lorenzo. I'm angry, angry at the fact that I allowed myself to be pressured into something I know is my weakness. Angry, because it's my fault I succumbed to the darkness. Not to mention the immense amount of anger is the hardest part to overcome because it battles with my need to feel the blood of a traitor. Just the thought of having their beautiful crimson blood slipping between the cracks of my fingers was alluring and concerning.

      My second stage revolves around the stream of guilt that caresses the inside of my body like a gentle wave at sea. It's not too loud and it's not to dull, just a calm wave alerting me to its presence. The last stage is forgiveness, this is where I normally tell myself to move on or feed the demon inside me. I know its not your typical understanding of what forgiveness should mean but I'm not you typical guy.