Skulls

Twelve

Skull

He rubbed his tired eyes as he stood in front of his mirror, the time was quarter to three in the morning and Skull couldn't sleep. Opening his tap he washed his face quickly before going into his medicine cabinet and grabbing his therapist recommended medication. He swallowed the tiny pills before taking a deep breath in, Saw whined against his leg which made Skull smile, small but still there, "Sorry I woke you girl," he apologized.

His dog only licked his hand before sitting down beside him as Skull took another look at himself in the mirror as he remembered what had woken him up in the first place— Skull immediately felt ashamed, a feeling of self loathe he'd held himself accountable for ever since he was fifteen. A man like him, scared of the dark, losing sleep over the dark, feeling so claustrophobic in his own bed that he woke himself up.

He gulped heavily before turning his heel and waking back into his room and sitting on the edge of his bed. His mind running a mile a minute before he attempted to fall asleep again, his attempts futile as his mind finally drifted to a few days ago when he'd found himself in the presence of Evie as they sat across from each other at her dining table, in her house. The conversation they had, it was one of the easiest interactions Skull had ever had in his life and it unnerved him— how was it so easy to talk to her— for him to want to tell her so much; he didn't understand.

As his mind drifted he snorted at the reason she'd gotten him to come over in the first place, Skull thought he'd save her embarrassment of him realizing she'd sabotaged her own car and work on fixing it and any of other problem the car had. Which was none— the car was new and he shook his head as he sat on his bed, she did all of that to get his attention, to have some kind of interaction with him. Being that it was utterly ridiculous, Skull found it cute, Evie was cute.

Skull sighed his thoughts once again changing as all his fluffy thoughts of Evie switched to the matter at hand. The unidentified Romanian men who had broken onto Skull's property and threatened him and their notion that King knew who they were or had at least dealt with them in the past. Angrily he stood up and marched out of his room and into his kitchen for a bottle of water. He needed to make big plans, plans that included finding out who these men were and how to get rid of them as well as the mole who's allegiances we're still unclear.

He threw the water bottle into the recycling bin before walking towards the study in his house. He needed to have a meeting with this inner circle as soon as the sun was up. Skull's biggest guess was that the prisoner who was released is working with the Romanian's which meant so is the mole only question was; how did King fit into this? Skull had his work cut out for him and he was prepared to see it through to the end.

Hours later, Skull emerged from his study to take a quick shower before changing to head to the club. He grimaced as he took a look in the mirror, deep bags hung under his eyes and he was in need of a shave. Out of habit, he fiddled with his nose ring before patting Saw on the head before grabbing his motorcycle keys and walking towards the door. Lifting an eyebrow at the SUV outside, his expression shifting slightly as he stepped inside the club house, he wasn't greeted with the usual welcome he was used too, instead the club was quiet, a kind of silence that had Skull thinking someone had died.

Confusion took over his features as Killer and Red came into view, "What's going on?" He asked.

"There are visitors waiting in your study," Red spoke up.

"Two women," Killer said quietly.

"Women? Who the fu—"