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I froze.
What the fuck is he saying?
I swiveled around and stomped towards Sinister. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I pulled him closer. "What the fuck did you say?" I sneered.
Sin looked down at my hand on his shirt and gave it a sharp tug. Pulling away from me, he ran a hand through his hair. "I know it took a while. Believe me. But we tracked him down. He belongs to the Soul Eaters charter. Down by Clancy. Fucked up club. But apparently, the Prez had a grudge against you."
I stayed quiet, staring at the ground at the thoughts swimming in my mind.
After 4 long years, we finally found the men that killed Angelina. But why the fuck would the Soul Eaters charter President have a grudge against me? We were on relatively good terms with each other, even though our clubs didn't agree with the same morals. We stayed out of each other's way. So why the fuck…
"I know it's a lot to take in, but I figured I should tell you. You should be the one to take his last breath," Sinister grunted.
I looked up at him frowning and spoke, "How many men?"
We had to have lost a few in the war to get information no doubt.
"Not many. We lost a few prospects over the years, but other than that, no one of importance." He replied.
I let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through my messy hair. The haze in my vision cleared and I cleared the knot in my throat.
"I'm sorry brother. Fuck, you have no idea how sorry I am for just leaving the club like this," I whispered, moving away from him. I leaned against the back of my couch and ran a hand over my face.
"Don't worry about it Prez. We all deal with our pain differently. I fight, Hawk drinks his liver out of commission, Skyn fucks everything with a pussy and you...well you deal with it on your own. No big deal, as long as you take however much time you need," he grunted, sticking his hands in his worn out blue jeans and shrugged. "My sister once told me that no matter how much we try, some stories just don't have a happy ending, and if we can learn to accept that, then maybe somewhere out there in this fucked up universe, we might finally get it."
My lungs seized up and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. It was like I was back at her funeral all over again.
"But she's a firm believer of that karma shit. So I'm pretty sure what she said was dumb as fuck," he muttered.
I screwed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I'll think about this another time. Right now I need to see the guy that killed my wife.
"Where's the guy?" I asked Sinister and grabbed my leather jacket which had my President's badge on it. The Hell's Demons had cuts and jackets, both made in leather and I was pretty lax with the outfit choices of my men. They were allowed to wear either and they would basically be considered the same, as long as everyone could see which club we were from. I wasn't as anal as my father who wanted everyone wearing a bloody cut in cold weather.
Sinister followed me out of the apartment after I grabbed my wallet, pulling the door up behind him. "We've got him in the basement right now Prez,"
I nodded and stepped into the elevator Sinister following behind. I pressed the button and leaned against the wall, "You know you gotta pay for my door right?"
Sinister grinned and nodded.
We exited the elevator at the parking level and I moved to straddle my Harley, and the familiar feeling of adrenaline ran through my veins. "Let's go kill a motherfucker."