13. Collin
13
Collin
S he claims she wants answers. So do I. Did she look for me? How long was I gone before she spread her fucking legs for my brother? A week? A month? They both betrayed me. I can forgive Davina. She was young, naive. But Mason will die for what he did to me. My own flesh and blood tried to kill me.
“Hey, how’s it going?” I ask, stepping up to the empty urinal. The man beside me shrugs in response. Not much of a talker.
After I left Davina, it was easy to wait for the biker boy to leave the bar. He pulled up at a gas station and filled up before heading inside to take a leak. He’s a few inches taller than me. His Fallen Eagles’ cut stretches over his broad shoulders. My Davina has a type.
When I arrived at the Haven earlier, it hadn’t been my intention to sneak inside. I’ve been watching Davina for months. I saw her kiss this piece of shit. Saw the way my brother reacted even though he does whatever the hell he wants. To believe he had the nerve to lecture me when he’s the exact same way. Wants to have his cake and eat it too.
I didn’t expect Davina to do what she did though. I can’t deny that I’m disappointed in her. She blew this guy in a storage room. My Davina had more self-respect than that.
Without warning, I swiftly jab my knife into his gut over and over, shanking the motherfucker who thought he could take what belongs to me. Blood coats my hand, slick and hot. My heart races in excitement. It’s been a while since I’ve taken someone’s life. I almost forgot how thrilling it is.
He gazes up at me from the floor, choking on his own blood. I lean down, sneering. “You didn’t even make her come, you sorry fuck.”
Calmly, I stand and wash the blood from my hands, whistling an upbeat tune as I exit the bathroom. Christ, I needed that.