I pulled over on his driveway. Nice house, a big one in California. He who had so much fucking money could at least pay us back… well this would be his loss.
I walked over the big lawn up to the house and knocked the door with our signature knock, four fast ones and two slow. It took a little while but the door opened and there he stood.
"Hi? What can I help you with?" he asked.
"I come with a message from Brothers of Sin", I said with a grin.
"And what is that honey?" he asked with a grin on his face too.
"This", I said and pulled out the gun from my jacket. "Bye bye", I said and pulled the trigger.
He fell to the ground with his eyes opened in shock. I shot once more, just to be sure that he was dead before I took the money from the wallet he had in his jacket pocket and then went back to my bike and drove away.
Just another job done…
I arrived to the club and parked the bike outside. I could already smell the smell from the cigarettes and hear the music play, the feeling of home. I walked over to the bar where Tobias stood.
"Give me a beer", I told him.
"That went fast", he said and gave me a beer from the fridge.
"Two bullets and he was gone, nothing more than that", I said and shrugged.
"You never fail with surprising me Jaclyn", he said and grinned.
I smiled back before I went to Al's office.
"Here's what he owed us", I said and put the money on his desk.
"Great Jaclyn, I knew I could count on you", he said.
"Yeah, was there something more that you wanted?" I asked.
"No not something that can't wait until the morning. But here, keep this", he said and gave me 1000 dollars. "Good job Jaclyn."
"Thanks Al", I said and left the room.
I was so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open. I decided to end the night and went to my room. Yes, I lived in the club. I had a rather big took in the back of the place.
I washed away all the make-up and put my long brown hair in a messy pony tail and then went to bed. It took only a minute before I fell asleep.
I woke up early next morning to go out to the garage and continue to work on my new bike. That was what we did when we didn't take care of illegal business for people, we were all mechanics.
Jerry and Kenny stood out in the garage and worked on some car they were going to fix.
I walk over to my motorcycle that was hidden under a big blanket. It was my baby. I had worked on it for almost a year now.
"Hey Jaclyn, I read about your little thing that happened yesterday in the newspaper", Jerry said. "Impressing."
"She's the only one who have never failed", Tobias said as he walked into the garage.
"Gotta admit it Jaclyn, I never thought that you could pull it off when Al got you into the club", Kenny said.
"No one ever does", I said.
"Who knew that such a little girl could be so tough?" Jerry chuckled.
"It's all about business", I said.
"Your old man would be proud of you", Kenny said.
"Thanks."
I worked on the bike for a few hours and then headed back to the bar. Michael and Dennis sat at the bar and ate burgers.
"Jac!" Dennis exclaimed. "You're coming with us later tonight right?"
"To do what?" I asked and sat down next to him.
"We're going to leave the guns to that guy in Beverly Hills", Michael said.
"Is he rich?" I asked.
"Does it matter?" Dennis asked.
"Yes because it's always me that Al sends when someone can't pay back and I really don't feel like killing someone", I said.
"Wow, I'd almost start to think that you were starting to like it. You've been killing so many these last months", Dennis said.
"I know and I'm sick of it. I don't get it why he never sends any of you guys. And why those fat asses just can't pay back if they want us to do something for them. We're the ones that risk our fucking lives for them", I said.
"Woah, little Jac is angry", Michael laughed.
"Shut up", I said and punched him playfully on the arm.
I went to my room and laid down on the bed. It was totally true what I'd told the guys. I was sick of all of this. It had become too much. It wasn't even as much about family anymore. We just did what other people wanted us to do and they never paid pack. On and on it went. it was all a big mess now and I was in the middle of it.
I wasn't some murderer. I was just someone who had a weird childhood and got a little twisted in my mind of seeing things in this world. I had grown up with all this. My mom left when I was little because she didn't want to be a part of this whole MC thing and left me with my dad. The club became my family and they all had some criminal history in their life. Not really the ideal life for a kid. But I looked up to my father, and when he was killed eight years ago I swore that I would do what ever I could to continue with what me dad had build up. And I did. And I would continue doing that, even if it would cost me my own life some day.
