Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

Shaking my head, I sit up and brush my hair from my face. “Not that I know of.”

“Wait a minute, why’s he telling us all this?” North cuts in.

“Because I don’t want to be a fucking DEA anymore. I don’t want that fucking life anymore!” My voice rises and they all stand there waiting for me to explain further.

“My father was in a gang and killed, I was put in foster care and raised by high-class people. I lived a life I didn’t belong in. Being put on this undercover job and back into the life I belonged in before I was adopted resurrected something inside of me that I didn’t even know I had in me. This, right here, this is where I’m supposed to be.”

Chaos hits me in the face, my head snapping sideways, the burn of my cheek blossoming into my eye.

“Fuck!” Grunting, I hold my face.

“Nice fucking story.”

“I’m telling you the truth!”

“He’s a plant! They make him fit right in with the rest of us so we wouldn’t question shit!” Bash’s voice rises, his face red and eyes near bulging.

“Jesus Christ. I have drugs that have to get to a buyer who is a pain in my ass and you and your cop buddies just fucking made shit way more difficult,” Jinx hollers, kicking the chair from under me and making me fall on my face.

My whole body takes the impact and it hurts to the bone. Jesus Christ! I want to fight back so bad, I could take three of them out at once with my training but if I want them to feel where I’m coming from then I have to take the beating.

A gun is suddenly pulled out and pointed at my head, Chaos on the other side of it.

“You wanna know what we do to snitches?”

“If I was a snitch, I wouldn’t be here,” I reply around my pain.

His eyes widen for a second as if he’s just now realizing that I’m here warning them rather than turning them in.

“He’s right,” Bear says. “He is telling us so we don’t get caught, that has to stand for something.”

Bear and I have been close but I didn’t expect him to have my back, not over this. He’s always been good to me and I’ve been lying to him this whole time, he should be pissed. Why isn’t he trying to fuck me up like the other brothers? Probably because he’s not angry, he’s disappointed.

“What about getting these drugs to the buyer, they’re going to be pissed or suspect something if we’re late?” Jinx asks the room. It sounds to me that Jinx doesn’t even like doing business with these guys, so why is he?

“I’ll take them to them,” I offer, trying to salvage something of my loyalty.

“You’re going to take all of the drugs across the state. You know what will happen if you get caught with that much shit?” Bear looks at me with raised brows.

“He’s trying to run,” Ruin accuses my offer of ill intentions.

Shaking my head, I look up at him.

“If my boss suspects I’m turning, he’ll know where to look and it will be on the highway where I will be. I’m putting my ass on the line to prove to you guys you can trust me.”

The room goes quiet, everyone mulling over my offer and everything I’ve said.

“Right, you flipped on your people. What is stopping you from flipping on us when shit don’t go your way?” Chaos asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side.

“You’re just going to have to trust me.” I shrug, not sure how else to prove I belong here and not on the blue side.

“Make him remember,” Ruin almost mutters, his voice is so low.

Bear looks in his direction with lightning speed, as if he knows what Ruin is implying.

Ruin steps up to me and bends at the knee until we’re face to face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out something silver and puts it between us. A flick of his finger and a huge ass blade pops out. A knife.

Our eyes lock, a heat passing that has my muscles tightening.

“Brand him. A small reminder that if you fuck us over, Crow, there’s way more where this came from,” Bash says, casually passing behind Ruin who is staring at me with malice and ice.

“Guys.” Bear’s voice breaks and I know this is taking him back to his own scars.

“No, it’s okay. Do it,” I encourage them, ready for the pain.

This is what I deserve and I actually want. Having the steel blade slide through my skin and watch the blood come rippling down my flesh will rinse away the indiscretions I’ve had and as the wound heals, so will I. I’ll look back at this scar every day and remember where I’m meant to be and who I really am.