Recluse Protection

Chapter 12

Standing in the bar, I look over the place, interested for the first time. It's empty for the most part the house mouses are making their way around cleaning up. The parties here get fairly wild, it amazes me that they continue to party and function the next day. I'm not sure how they manage it, but they really don't give a damn about themselves. If I partied half as hard as them I'd be dead to the world, I guess these people have a hidden talent of party hard work harder. Leaning against the wall, I look over the pictures of the place.

Spotting the portraits on the wall. My heart stutters, forcing myself to walk towards the paintings. What the fuck am I looking at? I see a familiar face, why the hell is he being memorialized? Do they not know this fucker's secrets? Staring at the man with the white hair, he reminded me of a slightly thinner Santa Claus. The man is more like Krampus at best. He's worse than the devil, lying to friends and family the way he did. Keeping his goddamn secrets, does the club know? My eyes narrow at that thought, can I even fucking trust them?

Bear's words come to mind. I made the mistake of making a wager with the devil. Could the devil be a part of the club? The question swirls around my head for moments longer. How deep is the greed? How deep is the deception? What the fuck did Bear get himself into? Did he know what this man did? Hearing footsteps walk up on me, I look over my shoulder seeing a man I don't know. His bald head and greasy beard made me raise an eyebrow at his appearance.

"You're a good looking hardbody." I don't say anything as I turn to look at the portrait once again. My thoughts refuse to leave me. "You claimed? I don't see you wearing a patch." The man tries to bring my attention back to him.

"Get lost." I answer, not bothering to look at him. I don't have time or the patience to deal with an idiot.

"I'm looking for a little service, so why don't you put that pretty mouth to good use." He asks, his voice hardening, probably trying to show some kind of superiority over me. My eye twitches, hearing his statement. Turning my nostrils flare as I step into his space.

"I'm only gonna say this one more time. But piss the fuck off, don't make me make a mess." His eyes narrow, obviously not liking me stepping up to him. I watch as his eyes watch me, darting over my features. Lifting his arm he punches me, knocking my head to the side as I stumble into the wall. Turning my head to look at him slowly, I raise my hand wiping at the freshly made cut.

"What the hell is going on Tweaker?" Hearing Forger's voice behind me I snap. I lift my leg, kicking at his knee. I watch as it bends backwards, effectively snapping it. The man, Tweaker, screams out agony as he goes down knocking the tables as he goes.

"If you ever, try and get me to service you. I'll gut you like a fucking fish, skin you like a damn buck, and leave you out for the goddamn buzzards to finish your filthy ass off." Turning I wipe at the newly accumulated blood on my cheek. Seething mad, I need to get away, from people, to get away from the idiocy that's accumulated here. Forger sighs as I walk past, Cobra is already standing by the door observing the shit storm that had been brewing only moments. I walk out of the building slamming the door.

Stomping my way to the building where the car I had driven here is stored I head to the back of it. Needing some kind of privacy, I wish I had my land, had my horse to take off on. Take a ride to the mountains and ignore everything. I'm too pissed off to be in an enclosed space. Breathing heavy I have to pace, to force myself to take a deep breath. Right here, right now all I want to do is pull out my weapon and shoot something. Gravel crunches making me snarl at the sound.

Great, some idiots already found their way to me. "Hellion, don't shoot me when I come around the corner." I hear Kado's voice call out, making me growl softly, turning away from the man. Kado continues to walk, coming around the corner as I turn around to march back.