Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

The bad guy.

The boy who was the son of a drug dealer so they made me a statistic in how society that people can change… only they can’t. Not really. Deep down, I’ve always been the black sheep and no matter how hard I tried to impress my white collared foster family that I was not a troubled kid from the wrong side of the tracks… I was exactly that. The kid who knew how to pick-pocket, knew what an eight ball was, and how to hold a gun at the age of eight.

“Snitches get stitches, right?” I turn my face, knowing from my days in the field that gangs and clubs would slice the face so the snitch couldn’t hide their disloyalties.

“No, don’t do it on the face. If he’s really going to deliver these drugs and get these assholes off our back, having a scar on his face is going to raise questions,” Chaos informs, and I relax a little, Ruin looking over his shoulder at his dad for an order. “Do it to the arm. That way we can see it, and he can see it. He didn’t snitch he came to us which was the right thing to do, but he still fucking lied, so this is a reminder of what could be.”

Holding my arm out, my palm up, I look at Ruin who looks like he’s more than eager to cut me open. I don’t know if it’s because he fucking hates me or is getting off on cutting someone.

Grabbing my arm with a tight grip, he extends it to where the veins in my arm are visible.

Looking up at Jinx, I try to keep my mind off what’s going on.

“Jinx, why don’t you want to sell to these guys anymore?”

Jinx flinches at my question, which is expected considering I’m a prospect and a DEA up to a couple months ago.

“Why?” he grunts.

“Because I can get rid of them before I leave my badge behind.” Just as I say the last word, the tip of the knife slips into my skin with ease and a burning, stinging sensation has me gritting my teeth. Clenching my eyes shut, I try and breathe through the pain but it’s no use, it fucking hurts.

“Here, bite on this.”

Opening my eyes, my breathing labored, Bear presents a leather belt, his I presume. I put it between my teeth and grunt as Ruin drags the blade down my arm, warm blood turning cold in seconds, dripping onto the floor.

“They’re trying to take a bigger cut making the risk of getting it to them not worth it but backing out isn’t really a choice because then we risk revenge or them snitching,” Chaos tells me the details, Jinx eyeing him like he’s lost his mind for telling me.

I hear the clasp of the knife close but my arm is so on fire that I didn’t even notice he stopped cutting. Looking down at my arm, it’s a fucking bloodbath, it’s bleeding bad, and looks worse than Bear’s face. Taking the belt from my mouth, I wrap it around my arm and tighten it to stop the bleeding. I’m not sure if I’ve lost a lot of blood or breathed so hard I made myself light-headed.

Closing my eyes and trying to catch my bearings, I say, “I can tell the DEA the drugs are coming from another MC, not you guys. They go bust in on them and find the drugs and then you’re in the clear. Easy as that.”

Chaos rubs his chin, looking at me, deep in thought.

“You can do that?”

I silently nod.

“Bear, take him to get cleaned up, but don’t let him out of your sight. Jinx, boys, Church.” Chaos points to the table where they’re going to discuss what’s next. What’s next for the club, and what to do with me.

Maybelline

Pacing the floor at the café, I bite my nails nervously, looking up to glance out the window even though I can’t see anything from all the tree limbs and the distance the club sets from the road.

“We should run. Why are we sitting here acting like everything is normal when we should be running?” Dime asks, her sassy tone irritating me this morning.

“I can’t leave Crow,” I clip in response.

My brain too busy to fully explain to her why I can’t just leave him behind. It’s taking everything I have right now not to go over there and make sure everything is okay, that the club believes his intentions are true, sure, I have a lot more questions about him being in the DEA but I know what he feels for me is real. You just have to be in the room with us to know what I’m talking about.

“Right, because his ass isn’t going to run to his snitch ass bosses if the club tries to kill him?”