All Chapters of The sinners : Carnage : Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

I smirk at Joker through the glass of the back of the cop car. He was in the one next to me and he had a devilish smile on his face. I knew what he planned to do. He loved winding up the cops. We had all been placed in separate cars and I just knew Joker was going to annoy the shit out of the cops in his car. Looking to my left I see Beast in the car at the side of me and he looked like a statue , stoic. He also looked pissed. They would grill him expecting him to talk and all he would do for the next however many hours is state at them. If they bothered to read his hospital records it would say he was a mute after the accident. The beast never spoke to a doctor , when asked to try he just made a noise to them. It was true at first he couldn't, the damage was too much and it was too painful for him to even try. He pushed himself to speak in private , and then when he could he kept up the pretense he couldn’t at the hospitals whenever he was called back. It worked in his favor to be s

My father marched towards me , he was mad. Whatever had happened in that interview room had royally pissed him off. Thomas steps back away from me seeing he was on his way. Thomas was a young intern in admin. He had always been nice towards me , chatty and polite. I hadn't seen him in a while and when he saw me here he came over for a chat. I was here because I was stupid. I had gone to the club because after he had left I had been angry for one , the way he had spoken to me had made me angry , that was after I had pushed the embarrassment and sadness to one side. I felt chaotic , I would never usually chase a man across town that had just said he was using me to what ? I had images of smashing his bike up with a bat , storming in the club and screaming he was fucking a cop at the top of my lungs. I just wanted to get this anger out of me that was building up like a boiling kettle and he was the one I needed to hurt to make myself feel better. I have never been toxic , but with him.

By the time we got back the funeral party was in full swing we had to stop off and give Melodie a low down of what had happened and what we had all said, the bar was packed with old members and new. Members from out of state. The old man had been well liked and he had liked to travel , other charters had turned up to pay respect. I was ready to drink and pass the fuck out. I was surviving on cat naps probably totalling maybe 3 hours sleep over the last two days. I needed my fucking bed. But we had missed the funeral which could be excused given the circumstances. But missing this would be inexcusable. So I had to spend some time. Me and the guys head to our usual booth. All of us fucked of and fed up. None of us were in the mood for this. The minute we sit, drinks get placed on our table by a waiter and she disappears as quickly , tonight they would be rushed off their feet. I light a cigarette and lean back. “ Did the douche bag FBI agent interview all of you too ? “ Joker asked i

She lays over the bed, her feet on the floor , her dress bunched up over her waist and her heels still on. Her body shakes and heaves as she tries to catch her breath. I smile down at that. I have plans for her and in my own way it’s me punishing her for coming here, for accusing me of having knowledge of her mothers death. For putting herself in danger , but worst of all for challenging me and calling me out. Its that same old argument a girls fuck a load of guys shes a whore a guy does it hes a legend. I stalked her and that was OK in my mind. She starts doing it back and I get pissy about it. I never look at a girl who enjoys a good time and judge her , that shit aint me. But I had applied that same mentality to this situation. I hate that she is fucking right. Going over to a chest of draws I opened one I liked to keep shit in for when I brought a girl back here. Pulling out two chains I have that then have cuffs on one end of both of them and a clip on the other that attaches