around the room at everyone and felt sick. They all looked at him blankly as if weighing what they were going to say.
“It doesn’t mean it was her, Razor,” Sparkle said reassuringly. A cup was passed to him, and when he looked to the person holding the cup in front of him, Mary Jane spoke.
“She’s a tough chick, man. She would find a way to avoid them. Seriously, I think she’s good.”
“Mate, Faith is one foxy lady who knows how to go unseen. We’ll keep looking for her.” Tex went to say something, but he couldn’t handle anymore.
“You don’t fucking get it, do you? Let me spell it out for all of you. She is fucking dead. Who knows what the hell they did to her before they finally killed her. She was this little girl who couldn't even remember to eat food when she had to, she had to keep things organized and clean, she ate fucking food from a can and had spaghetti sauce on her face when she slept. She couldn’t do things like a normal person would, she was special, seriously amazing, and she loved my brother. But she needed someone to watch her. That was me, all fucking me, and I fucked up. I wasn’t cut out to be a damn babysitter, and my brother, who they fucking killed too, wanted me to keep her safe. Me of all people, who has no training or book smarts. I couldn’t even do that for him or her. I fucked up damn it. Stupid fucking mother fucking cocksuckers killed her, and did god knows what in the process. I will find each and every one of them, and when I do, I will gut them and feed their entrails to the crows, then string them up and let the wolves eat them after I remove all their goddamn skin. They will pay for killing her; for killing Johnny. I won’t fucking sleep until they are all dead and their lives weren’t lost for nothing.” He downed the drink before slamming the glass down on the counter.
It was seconds before someone refilled it again. Before he knew it, he was four cups of whiskey down, and he felt nothing. A numbness took over. He’d gotten her killed was the last thought before he fell face first into the pillow that smelled sweet like her. God, he missed her. He’d royally fucked up this time.
*****
People were yelling, and his head felt like a rock had smashed into it at a hundred miles an hour. What the hell was going on? This had been one fucked up week. Shit, Faith.
It all came flooding back to him. He closed his eyes and prayed it was one messed up dream . Shit, he’d only known the girl for like three-four days. Not even a damn week, yet he didn’t want to admit he felt something for her. She pissed him off and didn’t listen worth a damn. Yet, she did something to him.
“Razor, um, I think you should come on out here.” Sparkle poked her head in the door. More noise could be heard. Mary Jane was yelling something at someone. Other voices sounded he didn't recognize. Who the fuck was in his apartment? Making sure he had clothes still on, he walked out of the door. Standing there were three men in leather, and he knew two out of the three. The two he knew were part of the Hellhound MC. He did tattoos for them.
“Hey, Razor, sorry to barge in here like this, but we need to talk to you.”
“Dude, look, now’s not the time. We are in the middle of something. If you need work done, come into the shop and I can take care of you.”
“Listen, you piece of shit, I got some information for you, and it would be wise to shut the fuck up. Got it?”
“Who the hell are you to talk to me like that? You’re the dipshit who came into my apartment uninvited and started yelling. So what the fuck do you want?” he growled through gritted teeth. He knew the reputation of the club, but he didn’t care at the moment.
“Look, I promised Faith I would let you know what’s going on, but it seems she had the wrong impression about you, so we are going to bounce.”
“You know Faith?”
“I do, and I know her better than you; if you know what I mean.”
“You
“It doesn’t mean it was her, Razor,” Sparkle said reassuringly. A cup was passed to him, and when he looked to the person holding the cup in front of him, Mary Jane spoke.
“She’s a tough chick, man. She would find a way to avoid them. Seriously, I think she’s good.”
“Mate, Faith is one foxy lady who knows how to go unseen. We’ll keep looking for her.” Tex went to say something, but he couldn’t handle anymore.
“You don’t fucking get it, do you? Let me spell it out for all of you. She is fucking dead. Who knows what the hell they did to her before they finally killed her. She was this little girl who couldn't even remember to eat food when she had to, she had to keep things organized and clean, she ate fucking food from a can and had spaghetti sauce on her face when she slept. She couldn’t do things like a normal person would, she was special, seriously amazing, and she loved my brother. But she needed someone to watch her. That was me, all fucking me, and I fucked up. I wasn’t cut out to be a damn babysitter, and my brother, who they fucking killed too, wanted me to keep her safe. Me of all people, who has no training or book smarts. I couldn’t even do that for him or her. I fucked up damn it. Stupid fucking mother fucking cocksuckers killed her, and did god knows what in the process. I will find each and every one of them, and when I do, I will gut them and feed their entrails to the crows, then string them up and let the wolves eat them after I remove all their goddamn skin. They will pay for killing her; for killing Johnny. I won’t fucking sleep until they are all dead and their lives weren’t lost for nothing.” He downed the drink before slamming the glass down on the counter.
It was seconds before someone refilled it again. Before he knew it, he was four cups of whiskey down, and he felt nothing. A numbness took over. He’d gotten her killed was the last thought before he fell face first into the pillow that smelled sweet like her. God, he missed her. He’d royally fucked up this time.
*****
People were yelling, and his head felt like a rock had smashed into it at a hundred miles an hour. What the hell was going on? This had been one fucked up week. Shit, Faith.
It all came flooding back to him. He closed his eyes and prayed it was one messed up dream . Shit, he’d only known the girl for like three-four days. Not even a damn week, yet he didn’t want to admit he felt something for her. She pissed him off and didn’t listen worth a damn. Yet, she did something to him.
“Razor, um, I think you should come on out here.” Sparkle poked her head in the door. More noise could be heard. Mary Jane was yelling something at someone. Other voices sounded he didn't recognize. Who the fuck was in his apartment? Making sure he had clothes still on, he walked out of the door. Standing there were three men in leather, and he knew two out of the three. The two he knew were part of the Hellhound MC. He did tattoos for them.
“Hey, Razor, sorry to barge in here like this, but we need to talk to you.”
“Dude, look, now’s not the time. We are in the middle of something. If you need work done, come into the shop and I can take care of you.”
“Listen, you piece of shit, I got some information for you, and it would be wise to shut the fuck up. Got it?”
“Who the hell are you to talk to me like that? You’re the dipshit who came into my apartment uninvited and started yelling. So what the fuck do you want?” he growled through gritted teeth. He knew the reputation of the club, but he didn’t care at the moment.
“Look, I promised Faith I would let you know what’s going on, but it seems she had the wrong impression about you, so we are going to bounce.”
“You know Faith?”
“I do, and I know her better than you; if you know what I mean.”
“You
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