Chapter 8

Zeke

I always took pride in my Harley Davidson, it the one thing I owned legally. I had earned the money for it the right way, saved up until I was able to afford it. The one thing that had no ties to gangs, mafia, crime.

With my job as a hit man I made pretty sweet deals, money was not a problem for me but I wanted something safe. No, I needed it, it was like a tether something keep me grounded.

This was exactly why I took my bike out for a ride after every assignment as I liked to call them, hit job made me feel like a monster so I avoid the term as much as possible. I went out for rides to clear my head, to help ease the guilt of committing a murder.

As for clubbing I did that when I had a lot of pent up frustration which was happening a lot frequently.

It had hit a little too to home close when Drew had made the comment about being in a gang that was why he had gotten defensive. He knew Drew had not meant it that way but he could not help himse