Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

“Are you undercover or something?” Tears fill my eyes, my voice cracking with emotion. Everything is beginning to make sense, like how I always saw him on the phone, and not answering the phone in front of me. Was it his boss checking in? Are there others?

He sighs and sits on the bed.

“Yeah, I am.” He seems so calm and collected while my heart is beating in my chest so hard I feel faint.

“Oh my God, the club is going to kill you. They’re going to murder you and then come after me!” Pointing to myself, I can’t help but cry.

“They’re not going to touch you, Maybelline.” His voice is smooth and soft. Like he actually believes that.

I scoff in response and begin to rock where I’m sitting. He’s so confident which makes me feel worse. Does he even know who he’s dealing with?

“Is-is this even your place? That motorcycle, is it yours?”

“The bike is from evidence. Look, fuck the motorcycle. Everything is complicated, Maybelline, especially now that I met you.” His tone rises and grabs my attention as if he’s just struck out and clutched me by the throat. Me?

“I had one job and that was to infiltrate the club, get information on their drugs, and then I met you and started seeing things differently. Ruin and them might be bad guys, but I’m starting to think I am too. I want to be a part of the club, I want to fucking hurt people the way I hurt!”

His anguish can be felt in his voice and something inside of me wants to climb onto the bed and wrap my arms around him.

“I have served years kicking in doors arresting people, sitting on a fucking throne thinking I was doing a service until I stepped into the shoes of what it’s like to live on the wrong side of the tracks.”

I wipe at the tears on my face, his story makes sense but what about me? Where do I come into all of this? I’m not like the club, I’m not like the women there either, so where do I come into the picture?

“So what am I? Collateral damage? Your way out?” My brash tone takes me by surprise.

“No, fuck no! Are you hearing me? I met you and it was exactly the sign I needed to know that this is where I fucking belong, Maybelline!”

His head turns to the side, his hands wrangling each other nervously. Biting my bottom lip, I reach out and touch his leg, gaining his attention. He looks at me, and I slide across the floor to him, leaning my head on his knee. His hand slides into my hair and I can’t help but think about how I was the turning point in his life that made him decide to want to be here. The fear in my chest slowly subsides and I don’t feel so stupid for wanting to be with him now.

“I’ve seen my own men turn on each other, trust something that’s a hit or miss in my field but when I joined the Kings I was welcomed in like I was fucking family. Something washed over me that made me feel good but bad and it’s seeped into my bones and I don’t think I can go back to being that guy anymore.”

He kicks the badge on the floor, his hand still in my hair making me feel like the only woman in the world.

“So, you’re not turning the Kings in?” My question comes out as a mutter. “Won’t your boss come after you?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t know how to make this right without getting myself killed either.” Turning my head up, I stare at him like some submissive girlfriend and he hits me with those dark eyes. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wipe the tears from my face, my heart settling a little from moments before. Maybe I am a little submissive to him, is that so bad? It looks like I’m figuring out who I am just as much as he is too.

“So if this is all a setup, then Crow is a setup?” I believe his feelings for me are real but what else about him isn’t true?

“Some of it. Not all of it,” he states. “My name is Lennox Sharp but the club looked into a man named Lennox Godfree and there it tells a story that my father was killed and I was put into foster care and that’s where my life went wrong, but my real name is Lennox Sharp and though my father did die and I did go into foster care, I was actually adopted by some really great people and was raised well.”

“So what are these great people going to think about you turning against the DEA and becoming a criminal?”