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Authors: Kelli Maine
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We pack our stuff into the car in silence. I figure we should keep movin’ if we wanna keep some distance between Randy and the other club members. Christ knows how the fucker found us at the Inn, but if that dumbass could find us there, then he won’t be far behind now.
I swing the car out of the lot and get onto the freeway, squeezin’ as much power as I can out of the old rust bucket. My eyes fixed on the road, my hands tight on the wheel. It feels like somethin’ has taken over my body, like I’m on automatic.
“That’s the wrong way,” says Angel, after I take a turn. “That’ll take us back.”
“I know.”
Angel’s lookin’ at me. Even though I’m starin’ at the road, I can feel her eyes on me, can sense her confusion. I’m inside her head just as much as she’s in mine.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her fidgeting. She’s gettin’ scared.
“But… We’ll get killed.”
I resist the urge to talk to her, to soothe her. To calm my bitch down. To make my bitch happy. Shit. Got to keep a clear head. She’s not my bitch.
“Where do you live?” I say.
She gasps when I say it. A million unthinkable things enterin’ her mind at once, makin’ her lost for words.
“Where the fuck do you live!” I scream, slammin’ my hand against the wheel.
Angel barely stammers out the address. It’s like she’s forgotten, or like the words feel unnatural to her now, forbidden. An ancient fuckin’ secret she buried in her mind that’ll curse her if she uncovers them. She keeps on fidgetin’, rubbin’ her slender legs against each other, and scratchin’ her hands and arms – except it ain’t the withdrawal anymore. At least, not withdrawal from the drugs.
I have to do it like this. Quick and simple. Before I start thinkin’, before I start feelin’. My eyes on the road, achin’ to look at her and be fuckin’ taken aback with how fuckin’ beautiful she is, like every time I see her is the first time I’m seein’ it.
I turn the car into the neighborhood so hard the back end nearly skids. It’s a suburb, not as rich and fancy as I thought, but still a hell of a lot nicer than anywhere she’s been since. I see a few people on lawns, kids on the street. None of them pay much attention to us.
“Here it is!”
Angel points out her house, and I stop the car on the opposite side of the street. Angel’s eyes have come alive. I keep the engine runnin’. She starts sobbin’, her body shakin’. She’s just lookin’ at her house, cryin’.
It’s a small place, tidy, clean. Boring as fuck. Kind of place you could pass by a million times before noticin’ someone lives there.
Angel turns to the door, and I grab her arm. She turns back.
“Please, Jay.”
I shake her violently.
“Don’t fuckin’ call me that.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please.”
I turn back and look at the house. My bitch’s house. The kind of place I ain’t ever seen the inside of. Where the bitches I train come from, and where normal people live their shitty little unsatisfyin’ lives. It makes me fuckin’ sick. Starin’ at the same four walls all fuckin’ day. Never movin’.
“I promise, I won’t say anything about any of this. I won’t tell them anything about you. You know I wouldn’t. Maybe I can still see you even. Maybe…”
I tighten my grip and shake her again.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Tears pour out of her like a fuckin’ river, her body shakin’ under my grip.
I slam the gearshift and swing the car back into the road.
Not like that. It won’t go down like that.
Angel’s sobs get louder for a while, then die down into a shocked, rhythmic murmur. I aim the car downtown and grab my cell phone from my pocket. There are about a dozen missed calls from Butch. A couple from that day alone. The fucker doesn’t give up. I hit dial.
Barely a ring goes by before Butch answers.
“Luc?”
“Yeah.”
There’s a second’s silence. Butch has been thinkin’ about how to play this since I left, thinkin’ about how to handle me when he finds me. I’m holdin’ all the cards though. I have the girl, the trainin’, and I’m out of sight.
I speak slowly, real fuckin’ calm, so he doesn’t miss a word.
“Meet me on the corner of Main St. and Edison Ave.”
“When?”
“Now.”
I can hear Butch snort on the other end of the line. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
I hang up, toss the cell phone into the back seat, and push the car harder.
The corner of Main and Edison is where the police station is. It’s where Angel will go. Where I’ll meet Butch. Where this ends. Angel watches me as I weave the car between lanes, headin’ straight for the point at which everythin’ will fuckin’ conclude. Where all my fuckin’ pain and anger will be released, and where I can put an end to both of our nightmares.
The corner’s in sight, and I swing the car around, bringin’ it to a sudden stop with the sound of angry horns and squealin’ wheels behind us.
The station is right there next to Angel’s window. Freedom. Happiness. Her own life. Her old life.
But she doesn’t even look at it. She’s lookin’ at me. Her tear-stained eyes pullin’ at somethin’ inside of me, like she’s beggin’, like she cares. Like she knows what’s about to happen, and she can’t bear it.
“Get out,” I say, and the words fuckin’ hurt. Somewhere in the sound of pulsin’ blood I think I can hear engine noises. “Get the fuck out!”
Angel’s cryin’. Shakin’ her head. Fuck.
I get out of the car and run around to the other side. I yank the door open, grab Angel’s arm and pull her out. She’s fallin’ to pieces. I take her delicate, sweet face in my hands.
“You’ve got to get inside. Go home. It’s over.”
She slowly backs away towards the station, her eyes still fixed on me. I can hear the engine noises clearly. That sweet fuckin’ sound I’ve lived my life to. Harleys. A few of them. It’s a sound that means trouble to most, and once meant comfort to me. Except this time it’s different.
“Get the fuck inside! Run! Go!”
I make my voice as loud and as aggressive as it can be, and she starts to run. The bike engines are close now. I hear them turn the corner.
“Go!” I scream one last time, before a sharp, hot pain, explodes in my chest. I look up. Not to where the bullet came from, but to Angel, as she looks at me one last time.
I think I see it. The coldness going from her eyes. It ain’t gratitude. It ain’t even forgiveness. Maybe it’s understanding. Shit. I don’t know.
Then my body hits the ground, and she disappears.
Author’s Note
I hope you’ve enjoyed Luc’s story. It was one like nothing I’ve ever written before. For obvious reasons, this is the end of the Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club series. If you liked the series, I hope you’ll spread the word to friends, review on Amazon, and sign up for my newsletter to stay updated on what’s coming next.
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Published by Kelli Maine
First Edition: Jan. 12, 2014
Copyright © Kelli Maine, 2014
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