Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

Dropping my gaze, it occurs to me that I’ve ruined whatever Maybelline and I had. Keeping her under my thumb and being an asshole isn’t helping either.

Out on the porch, I stop, my chest tightening and my mind filled with fucking confusion. Running my hand through my hair, I say, “Maybelline, wait.”

She stalls on the bottom step looking up at me.

“Go with your sister. I’ll take care of this.”

They both look at each other as if shocked. But if I’m with the club then they should be safe together at the café.

“O-okay,” she mutters.

Heading down the steps, I grab her by the shoulders, looking her in the eyes. This might be the last time I see her and I want to say so many things, do so many things, but all I have time for is one last kiss.

She might reject me, I would if I were her. I put her and her sister in a world of trouble, lied about everything to her. Taking a chance, I press my lips to hers and she freezes but then her lips purse, kissing me back. Closing my eyes I breathe through my nose, taking in the moment and programming it to memory for when the Kings find out who I am and torture me for my indiscretions.

Pulling away, I head across the road to my bike, warm air blowing in my face as the sun rises and the birds begin to chirp. It seems like a brand new day, possibilities arising and people praying their blessings for another day to live and breathe.

But for me, it’s the opposite.

It’s a good day to die and I’m praying the Lord brings me a quick death.

13

Crow

Pulling up to the club, I take my time turning off my bike and pulling out my keys. The air smells sweeter today, the summer heat welcomed rather than annoying. Looking up, I see most of the men are at the club this morning already. Swinging my leg over my bike, I begin to walk to the club, every step closer, my heart beating harder. Reaching behind my back, I pull out my gun and unload it, making sure there’s nothing in the chamber. I’m going in with pure intentions and without a weapon. I don’t know if it will help my ass in the end but it’s all I can hope for.

Pushing the door to the club open, the smell of smoke and leather hits me in the face. Some of the guys talking at the bar and others already playing pool this morning.

As if North notices my somber mood, he holds up a hand causing Chaos to stop talking mid-sentence.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” North asks.

Taking a deep breath, I toss the gun on the floor, the sound of metal and ground grabbing everyone’s attention. North’s eyes widen, his mouth parting as he waits for me to respond.

Shaking my head, I slowly raise my chin and look him in the eyes.

“You can’t put those drugs on the train tracks.”

Jinx walks up next to him and tilts his head to the side.

“Why the fuck not?”

Breathing through my nose, my chest filling with air, I say. “Because the DEA is expecting you to put them on there so they can nail your ass.”

Ruin points at me. His face pulled into a grimace.

“He’s a fucking cop!”

“DEA is what he said,” North growls, his hands curling into fists.

“You motherfucker!” Chaos throws his pool cue across the room, the stick hitting me in the chest. It stings like a bitch but I don’t show it.

North comes up to me, his eyes staring into me with so much rage I can feel the heat.

“I vouched for you. Told you shit and this whole time you were a fucking fake?”

Opening my mouth to answer, a fist slams into my gut making me bend over and wheeze for air.

“North, you said you checked into his background?” Chaos asks, walking around the pool table.

“Yes, Lennox Godfree. Went to foster care, had a couple one-nighters in the slammer but that was it.”

“They set that shit up, that’s not his real name,” Bash informs everyone.

“Lennox Sharp. My real name is Lennox Sharp,” I answer, my torso throbbing where North hit me.

“Jesus Christ,” North hisses, stepping away from me.

“Put him in a chair,” Chaos orders, and Ruin and Sterling grab me from under the arms and jerk me upward.

Suddenly a chair appears and I’m shoved down onto it. They’re all pissed, looking at me with question and rage.

“How long they been watching us?” Chaos asks, stepping in front of me his stance wide and arms crossed.

“Since I showed up,” I reply easily, trying to show them I’m on their side.

“Are there more of you?” Bear asks and they all start looking at one another as if they’re starting to question each other’s loyalty.