Blade: Havoc Outlaws MC

Chapter Four

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"Hey baby," Stick purrs in Blades ear.

"Stick, you have two seconds to step away before I gut your gay ass," threatens Blade.

"Oh, you know you love it," Stick sasses with a cock of his hip.

"Shut up asshole"

Stick is their Sergeant at Arms. He has been in the club for about eight years. He is probably the scariest one there after Psycho.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were on a run?"

"Done," Stick responds distractedly as one of the few male club whores passes by them.

There are a few gay club members so there is usually a few male club whores crawling around the clubhouse.

Staring at the club whores ass Stick starts following him, "I got to go, brother," he throws over his shoulder. He then swings his arm of the whore's shoulder and they make their way to the empty rooms. There are empty rooms specifically for things like that, a lot of brothers don't like people in their rooms so they take them to the empty rooms. The rooms also are good so people don't fuck on the good couches out in the common area where people tend to spend their time.

Not bothering to respond Blade gets up and heads out to his bike. Swinging his leg over his bike he starts it and heads off away from the clubhouse.

Pulling up he turns his bike off and walks up to the tombstone that he wished he would never have had to see.

Taking a seat, "Hey Nico. I know I haven't been here to see ya in a while. I've been busy and I know that's not an excuse."

When they were growing up Psycho, Blade, and Nico were the three musketeers. They were rarely apart. When Blade and Nico joined the Marines. Psycho stayed with his family. His family was going through a lot with his mom having cancer and his sister being so young it wasn't the best idea at the time.

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Needing to brood, Blade gets on his bike and rides aimlessly.

Grief was never meant to quick or easy. Losing someone is heartbreaking. It makes you feel empty and you have this overwhelming feeling of loss and sorrow. When you lose your best friend it's horrible. All you can think is who do I have to confide in now. That was my secret holder. My personal diary. It was likewise with that amazing person you let be in your life.

Luckily in Blades case, he had Psycho who understood what he was going through because he was experiencing comparable feelings.

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Pulling up to the clubhouse a few hours later, Blade notices the lack of club whores hanging around. It was eerily tense. Furrowing his brows in confusion Blade walks into the club.

"Where the hell have you been Blade?" That is how Blade is greeted when he walks through the door.

"I was out, why?"

"Jack D is getting out," Motor tells him with hesitation.

"That's nice," Blade responds unenthusiastically.

Blade loathes him. Jack D gives off this untrustworthy vibe that bugs him to no end. Plus Jack D is an egotistical jackass. Blade believes that he beat his wife before she died. He never told anybody about his suspicions because all he had was circumstantial evidence. If there was hard proof he would not be breathing anymore. Any man who raises his hand to a woman or child is no man at all.

"When will he be here?"

"Tomorrow. Psycho said he wants everybody here. I guess they're throwin' a party for him."

Many club members like Jack D. He caused a lot of unnecessary drama for the club but he somehow always ended up looking like a hero to everybody except Blade.

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"Wassup motherfuckers!" Jack D enters the clubhouse loudly.

Greetings are shouted around the room towards Jack D. Blade rolls his eyes at his arrival and takes a seat at the bar. Raising his hand at the bartender to give him a beer.

"Hey Bladey," Jack greets him.

"Don't ever call me that again." Blade speaks trying to control his anger. Deciding that he won't be able to hold onto his anger and annoyance much longer he grabs his beer and leaves the room. He heads to his room to try and sleep for once in his life.

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It is the middle of the night, the party ended earlier than normal due to a ride that is happening in the morning.

After about an hour of sleeping Blade wakes up in a cold sweat. Blade suffers from PTSD he was diagnosed not long after leaving the service. It's been something he has been struggling with. Blade refuses to go see a therapist anymore, he doesn't want to be seen as weak around his brothers. Psycho and Motor are the only ones that know and they have been pushing him to go and see a therapist again.

Hearing a knock at his door, Blade looks at the door.

"Whoever's at the door go away," he grunts out.

"Fuck you. I am coming in." Psychos at the door.

"What do you want?" Blade asks once Psycho walks in and shuts the door.

"I'm just stopping by to see if you were awake."

"I'm fine, leave me the fuck alone. I know what you are doing and I appreciate you checking on me, but I can deal." Blade lays down ending the conversation.

Taking the hint Psycho leaves the room.

I hope he decides to get help.

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Blade is a stubborn jackass. He would rather die than seem weak. In his eyes going to see a therapist makes him weak.

Even though Motor and Psycho know he has memories that keep him up at night they don't know what they are about. I mean they could put two and two together but they will never know. The torment that he suffered through that haunts his mind almost every night. It is driving him crazy. It's been six years and he still can't sleep properly. 

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