Devil's Sins
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“Motherfucker,” Max growls as Felix picks the bullet out of his leg. He’s got the first aid kit out, binding it up. Redman tends to his own wound, a tight grimace on his face.
“Either of these bad?” I ask.
Redman shakes his head. “Went in clean, came out clean,” he says quietly. “Hurts bad, but I’ve felt worse, so it doesn’t seem like much trouble.”
“It’s lucky you’ve got such a small prick, Max,” Felix says, grinning from ear to ear. “A couple more inches, and they would’ve taken your tip.”
“I don’t grow, I show.”
All the brothers laugh. We set the place alight and ride back into town. There’s no danger of the woods burning down what with how wet the trees are.
Anyway, we’ve made arrangements with the sheriff.
The fire service will be there just in time to tame the blaze.
And then the boss will send a cleanup crew in to dispose of what’s left of the bodies.
This is how we protect our turf.
I send the boys under my command into the clubhouse and then stroll around to the side, hands in my pockets.
I’m not in the mood for a clubhouse party right now. I don’t know why. Maybe a man needs to be on his own sometimes, or maybe it’s just because I’m almost VP. I’m not one of the troops anymore.
Jax comes walking around the corner, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. It’s a cold autumn day, the air fresh and near-icy.
He looks like a pale ice zombie, his hair is so white and his skin is so drained of color. His white hair is tied up in a ponytail, over eyes that are brown, but look almost red, like rusty blood. He’s as tall as me but skinnier. There are few men who would ever doubt how strong he is, even if he’s almost sixty now.
“It went well, then.”
“Two wounded, but yeah.”
“And now you’re walkin’ around thinking about how lucky you got and all the things that could’ve gone wrong.”
“Yeah. Is there anything wrong with that?”
Jax tosses his cigarette to the curb and stuffs his hands into his jacket pocket. “No, there ain’t. I’d rather have a VP who gives a damn than one who don’t. But I also don’t want some fuckin’ downer hanging around the place. It’s a fucking party, man. We won. Why don’t you go into town and get yourself a drink?”
“We don’t got drinks here?”
He tilts his head at me, studying. Jax doesn’t miss much. It’s probably why he and Smoker are such good friends.
“Are you gonna drink here tonight?” Jax asks. “Or do you wanna be alone? When you’re VP you’ve gotta think of stuff like that. Your mood matters. You’ve gotta keep yourself level, or you’ll fuck something up really bad. People look to you to set the tone. You know that, Logan.”
“So what you’re saying is I’ve gotta go into town and get shitfaced on my own so I’m better at my job?”
Jax claps me on the back, hard. He might be old and sinewy, but he’s still got strength. “Looks like you’ve finally got the fuckin’ message.”
I pat him on the back and then head over to my bike.
Jax knows me pretty well. He knows that even if I love the club and I’d die for the brothers, I can’t be around people all the time.
I figure it’s because he’s the same way.
I head out into the center of town. It’s a Saturday and there’ll be plenty of clubs and bars open. Giant’s Drop isn’t big, but it’s big enough not to feel small. It’s not as grim as a city but not as quaint as a little nowhere backwater town.
I ride quick, burning rubber. It feels good to ride, to spin around the corners. To feel nothing but the wheels and the road.
I head into the bar and take a seat right at the end, ordering a whiskey.
It’s one of those bar-club deals, with a dance floor and a DJ off to one side. But it’s still pretty quiet over here.
There’s a mirror behind the bar. Through the stacked-up bottles, I look at myself. Six foot two and a pretty normal face, except for the scar across my left eye. Pretty big, but not as big as some other killers I’ve met.
I slug my whiskey back as the place gets more and more full. I don’t think about much as I drink. It’s good to just feel the burning of the whiskey down my throat, how it settles in my belly. It’s good to calm down some, too.
Around me, civilian men are flocking, swirling into the bar, on the prowl for one thing and one thing only:
Pussy.
I’m not interested in picking up a woman tonight. Too much fucking hassle. If I wanted, I could head back to the club and get a club girl, but that don’t appeal to me either.
Right now, all I want is to just sit here and empty my mind. Just relax. Just forget about blood and guts and death, the kinds of things that can linger in a man’s head if he lets them. Some of the brothers use fucking as a way to clear the mind after a raid, but it’s never quite done the trick for me.
Jax was right: I just need to be alone.
But then I spot this girl on the other end of the bar.
She’s alone, just like me.
And she’s goddamn sexy.
In her early twenties, maybe, short and curvy, wearing a jet-black skirt and jet-black tights and a pair of jet-black earrings.
For some reason I am interested in her face, in how she looks around the room. It reminds me of a club man. She’s studying.
But she’s also pretty damn drunk. That much is obvious. It’s the way she’s gripping the bar, the slow way she’s breathing, like it’s taking one hundred percent of her attention. But she doesn’t stop drinking.
I keep an eye on her as I drink. An hour goes by like this. She glances at me a few times, but I always make sure I’m not looking at her when she does. It’s not hard. It’s just like tailing somebody.
Her hair is blonde, tied back. Her eyes are red. From crying, from drugs, from allergies, I don’t know.
Then a man comes walking over to her.
The bar is almost packed with people now. Young women dressed in clothes that make me wonder what the fuck they’re thinking. Some of them aren’t even wearing a skirt or a dress or leggings or whatever. They’re just wearing panties, it seems like, so tight I can see everything in one look.
The guys roam around like drunken animals, eyes low and hungry, and the few lucky ones pair off with one of the girls to grope at each other in the shadowy corners. The unlucky ones keep roaming.
The fella who walks over to the girl at the other end of the bar is tall. Looks like a college pretty boy: gelled hair, wooden bracelet and thumb ring, smug grin and soft hands. He swaggers over to the girl like it’s already a done deal.
I watch close as he hits on her for five minutes straight, but she’s not interested. At first she politely tells him something. He doesn’t leave. Then her face gets angrier and he still doesn’t leave. Finally, our gazes meet. She sees me looking. She tries to explain something to the pretty boy.
He puts his hand on her arm.
Before I know it, I’m on my feet.
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