Zero I ignore Mercy grinning at the mention of the incident as she begins stitching me up. Then After wasn't the dead bitch she is now. She was full of life, still a hard ass but one who smiled and cracked a joke now and again.Now her jokes only muse her at the expense of someone else. But fuck it, she is my sister for all intents and purposes. Never looked at her as anything more.“We're done here, let's go check on the patient, call your girl up, find out how far she is, Venus needs to get an I.V up.”Mercy washes up her hands while she talks to me and I pull on my cut and rip the rest of my sleeve from my arm off.Mercy used to be a nurse for the military before she decided her life belonged in the field, not caring for the injured. She became our eyes and ears, got a shit straw of luck when her in-tel got her sister and team dead. Now she hides her pain and hurt behind her nosy ways and optimistic but lethal attitude toward life. She is one of the few of us in the club that has
Zero And like Beggar he has a dark story and even darker, more deadly secret that could be catastrophic to his family, so he came here, a new identity, and a new life. “Yeah, Lucca is obsessed with her, don't blame the cunt either chick gives off the vibes,” After announces.I roll my eyes at After's bluntness.“He was probably gonna seek sanctuary across the border.” I muse, it seems logical, it is what I would do.“Come on let's get that arm sorted before the anesthesia wears off,” Mercy flicks my arm and I follow her inside the hotel.We get to the eighth floor, the orange carpets are bright and makes the white doors stand out, making it easy for even a drunk person to find their room door.We knock on the door with the 804 metal sign screwed to the door.Gizbee opens the door for us and we step in.The room is relatively large. Ribs stands by the silver blinds with his vein protruding arms crossed, harsh lines and deeply tanned skin from spending his life on the road, make him
Zero Even in her current state she is achingly perfect, that I wonder if she chose the name Beggar, or did a superior entity whisper, Beg her.A small smile creeps in as I shake my head and chase these fucked up thoughts away.Mercy walks to us. She produces a needle with some liquid in it and injects me in my arm, close to where I got shot.“It should numb the pain 'till we get it sorted.”Knight joins us, and him and Mercy begin strapping Beggar to Killer's front. Joining them until Beggars legs are wrapped around Killer's top body and her weakened head is in his chest.Not able to control myself I watch them, and see her stir a bit as he easily lifts his legs over his engine.Killer murmurs something to her and she tucks herself tighter in his chest. The act, it is one that will be forever planted in my brain.His eyes catch me staring and it is like I am looking at a man way older than I am, not a twenty four year old brother but the Vice President of National.I give him a chin
ZeroPast, present and moving onRiver and I rush on the flimsy narrow metal floored stretch.We both start kicking doors. The fifth I SPOT two outfit members and two kill shots go into each of them.We carry on doing this until the last door. My frustration is palpable when we find nothing and three bullets miss my feet by inches.My bullets run out and I clip my new magazine in, spin around and shoot the bald headed outfit member shooting at me from the bottom of the warehouse.“Let's go down, I can spot a door on the end,” River points to the bottom on the far left of the Warehouse.It looks like a locked door.We run down as the bullets ricochet through the air. The place is smoking and smells of gunpowder. Our men and women fight, continuing to hold them off us two as we look for Beggar and Kylie.River and I get downstairs and rush to the door as two outfit members come from no where and shoots.I get one in my arm, the other grazes my ear. “Fuck,” I curse on a hiss as I put t
Killer The Rescue “Find my daughter Kevin.” “Yes Sir,” I say into my phone before ending the call. Marcus Bray is a man that I respect. A man that has connections in places that not even my brother Michael has, and he is friends with the President. Three weeks we have searched for Beggar and my sister. I am on a thread of a needle. My body beckoning me to join the murderous rampage Vincent is on in search of Kylie. My last option was Marcus Bray, Kylie's father. A week ago I visited him in his Penthouse, I told him the truth, disregarding Vincent and Michael's objection. And like I thought he came through. I stare at the address I wrote on the palm of my hand then I look at all my brothers and our women who are all ready to go do murder. “We got an address,” I yell at them all and the room heightens with vengeance. Tonight we will shed blood. Tonight we will deliver Judgment and a one way ticket to Satan and his depths of hell. “Tonight we do what we are born
BeggarA sealed fateThe slap across my face isn't a hard one, but with the bruises around my jaw from the beating I took last night after I killed another one of Lucca's men, it stings like a bitch.“You should see how she screamed. Beggar, Beggar,” he laughs as he mimics Kylie's voice.Everyday, he shows me a small video, forcing me to watch what his men do to Kylie.It is fucking sick. I have experienced her torture for hours. For her, it has been weeks.I lost the number of days that have gone by. My mind closes in, my body weakens from lack of food, water and the amount pain I am in. But I welcome it, knowing that hers is so much more severe. I should be there and she should be here.For Lucca that is too easy for me.“Rape,” he said last week, “is something that once it happens the first time, the other times just don't hold a candle.”He doesn't know how wrong he is.It only hurts more.Every time a bit of your soul chips away until you got nothing left.I know she s