31. Zeke
Icheck the time. Almost ten p.m. I’ve somehow convinced myself if I wait until after midnight, she’ll be gone and this will be over. Hell, she may not even be there anymore.
“Jesus, man,” Snake says, seeing my destruction. “You good?”
I shrug. “Yeah, I’m good. Just have to bury him somewhere.”
He looks over Shawn. “You did…you did a number on him.”
I don’t try to make any excuses. He deserved everything I did to him. Fuck that. He deserved worse. His own rotting dick in his mouth was just icing on the cake.
“I never had the opportunity to thank you. All this shit with Hawk was fucked up. I should’ve never questioned your loyalty to the club.”
“You had reason to. I haven’t always been a model member.”
He grins. “No, you haven’t. Still, I knew my son was power hungry.”
I lower the chains, bringing Shawn’s lifeless body to the tarp I have spread out on the floor.
“What’s the story behind this? This is a bit more extreme than your usual MO. I mean, his dick in his mouth? Really?”
“He hurt someone I care about.”
“Damn, man, never thought I’d see the day. Who’s this woman that has your nuts in a vice?”
I shake my head. “Not like that.”
Snake laughs. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. I’ll give you some advice. If she’s willing to put up with your bullshit, don’t let her go. Women like that are fucking hard to find.”
I snort in response, unsure what to say. She was just supposed to be an outlet. A plaything to satisfy my demons. How the fuck did she become more than that?