5 Viking
Viking
I’d done a lot of fucked up things in my life.
I’d hurt a lot of people. I’d stolen. I’d maimed.
I’d lied, cheated, and killed. I’d given my soul over to the Brutal Sinners MC, what little was left of it, and I wouldn’t take that shit back for anything, no matter what I’d had to do to keep my place as a brother.
I could say there wasn’t much I regretted. Standing there in the bathroom, trying my hardest to avoid my reflection, I couldn’t actually think of a single thing I would have taken back.
But what I’d just done…
Not sure if I was given the chance, I wouldn’t turn around and hightail it outta there.
I’d break all the fuckin’ rules and turn my back on the laws just to get away.
Because now I knew it would have been the smart thing to do.
It would be the difference between keeping the last shred of my sanity or fucking up the rest of my life.
I wasn’t saying I could see the future, because I didn’t really believe in any of that, but I did know when big shit was thrown in my path.
She… Ivy … yeah, she was a fucking roadblock that would change my course.
I couldn’t say how, and I couldn’t even begin to understand what was happening, but I knew something was coming.
And to think, it had all started like this. Pretty fuckin’ rough way to lose your virginity, or so I would imagine. Shouldn’t have happened to her like that. I should have put my foot down. Should have told Grip to let it go.
I sighed and looked up at the mirror.
All I wanted to do was smash my fist into it, shatter my reflection, and make the man staring back at me look as distorted and broken as I felt on the inside.
I’d have done it too, except Ivy was in the forefront of my mind, and how she didn’t need to see me flipping the fuck out on top of what she just went through.
Instead of letting the monster out, I asked myself, “What the fuck have you done?”
I had no answer. No one to blame but myself. While she might have picked Grip, he knew what he was doing. He’d caught her eye for me. Because the fucker knew me better than I knew myself most days.
She said she wanted me. And it might have been stupid, but the look in her eyes made me believe her. I didn’t know what to do with that.
It was best to do nothing. To consider it over and move on.
I turned away from the mirror, only to stare at the fucking bathroom door like it was a portal to Hell.
Yeah, I was gonna need another minute or two before I could leave.
I was gonna need her gone and my world put back together before I felt safe stepping out of the bathroom.
Too bad shit didn’t work out like that.