Devil's Plaything: A Devil's Inferno World MC Novel

29. Zeke

Iuse a toothpick to scrape the dried blood from underneath my fingernails. My bacon cheeseburger remains untouched. The waitress has come to check on me a few times and I keep telling her I’m good. I’m starting to really wonder if there’s any truth to that.

Shawn is still hanging from those chains. I’ve sawed off a few of his toes and flayed most of his skin. Laughed at his screams. Ignored his pleas. He’ll die the slow and painful death he deserves.

But I have a regret. Just one. I wish Cleo would’ve been by my side. Only my brothers in the MC have witnessed my depravity. Some have even been shocked by it. Would she be shocked or would she accept it? Better yet, would she understand it?

As if my thoughts were projected out loud, Cleo walks into the Broken Shaker. Her step waivers when she sees me but, with this determination only she seems to have, she walks confidently to my table and picks up my bacon cheeseburger, taking a huge bite before slamming it back down to the plate. I fight the urge to laugh because it’s so her to do some shit like that.

“Hungry?”

That one word further fuels her anger and she picks up the plate, hurling it across the room. The other patrons seem both startled and amused.

“Hey! You’re going to have to leave!” My helpful waitress tells Cleo, trying to intervene.

“I’d love to see you make me.”

Cleo advances as I stand up, getting between the two of them. I toss some money onto the table and thank the waitress before grabbing Cleo’s arm and shoving her toward the door.

“Don’t touch me!” she screams. “I hate you!”

“Doesn’t matter if you love me or hate me, sweetheart. You’re still obsessed.”

“I just want to know why.”

She doesn’t have to explain herself. Why did I leave her? Why did I make a promise I could never keep?