“hey, how’s the leg? ready to get the fuck off that damn thing.” I ask my brother.
It has been weeks since he arrived to the clubhouse. A month and three days since Amariya Demarco betrayed us all. I called her Beauty, even though she insisted we call her Beggar.
I dumped Falon. I gave up everything for her and all she did was remind me what a failure I am. I was supposed to protect the clubhouse, my brothers, our women and I failed them all.
I live with it, the guilt and with the guilt comes my shame because where ever I look where ever I walk in this place I see her.
Those black eyes, that long hair and pale skin. Her voice haunts me. She is inside me. Like a layer of flesh attached to my very being.