Of Bleeding Pride

chapter 7

NOTICE

  I apologise for doing this, but anybody reading this far may want to back track. I've changed the characters and tightened the story a bit because some bits were very...gappy, so to speak, and I wasn't happy with them.

  For those who just want a run down, basically I've made everyone a little more mature. Samantha is 20, Jake is 26 and his last name is now Holloway, Trent is 25, Jaimie is 32 and Joey is 24. All other characters are unchanged.

  Black Skull Pythons, is now simply Black Skulls.

  Also, to do with 'the plan' of Jake's, basically, he wanted to make a ransom call to Black Skulls using distressed Samantha as bait. However, she refused to be distressed about the situation. Don brought in Phil and Red to beat her up for a ransom video instead, but still she still stayed silent, calm and endured all the pain. Now, Jake is a little lost.

  That's the basics of it anyway.

  Thank you all for getting this far, hopefully that made enough sense for those of you who didn't want to go back to the start (I don't blame you).

  I also apologise for the super late update. I've been working on a few other projects, which so far aren't too bad and I'm finding them easier to write. Feel free to check them out - though a few of them are kind of side stories to another project. Another is a black metal based, very dark and offensive work I don't expect many will enjoy, but it doesn't bother me because I enjoy writing it. (I shall include a list of this at the end).

  Enjoy, NightmaresHappen

  Chapter 7

  JAKE

  I grunted as I poured another shot of scotch into the small glass on the counter. The last couple days have not been as smooth as I originally thought. But then, what was I actually thinking?

 

  I'd gone over the footage Red got of Phil laying into Sam. Apart from the fact she was mostly motionless and we looked like complete mongrel bastards, Phil - the fucking idiot - is heard confessing to the r*pe of so called 'Rebecca'. So there's no fucking way we can use that footage, because of his stupid commentary. And the sound couldn't be wiped, because it's the only thing that indicates to the fact she is actually still alive here for fucks sake.

  Samantha didn't cooperate like I hoped she would at all. Which was seemingly important, as I had some serious issues that needed to be put behind me. I needed closure; knowing that the person who ordered the bullet into my father's head got what he deserves.

  A vendetta must be reached.

  But what was I to do should this idea go belly up? Well, I didn't even consider it, for some fucking stupid reason or another. What the fuck was I thinking?

  I downed the liquid quickly, frowning at the relaxation it didn't deliver.

  What is wrong with me?

  "Jake," a deep voice said with a hushed tone as they approached. My head quickly looked the direction it came from and my focus adjusted as I locked gazes with Tim, another tight member of the club.

  Tim was in his late 40s, with years of smoking taking its toll on his features. Often, he'd cough as if his lungs were desperate for the fresh air; which, they probably were.

  "What's up?" I asked curiously with a small frown as I deciphered his expression to be somewhat concerned.

  "We got trouble up north. One of the trucks we intercepted was haulin' guns for Hellocaust, and well they didn't quite appreciate us holdin' it up for the week," he said, in a slightly hushed tone. My eyebrows knitted together and I closed my eyes.