I kissed her softly on her head; she would have this fear for a long time. So would I. “No, Angel. I promise you; we are never going back there. Never.”
“We win?”
I laughed at the little, “That’s right kid, we won.” I winked at her and pulled her back in for a hug.
A series of flashing lights started going off around the clubhouse. All the members of the New Orleans Chapter ran in one direction.
“Motherfucker.” Archer ran toward church.
“Archer, what the shit is that?” Wire screamed and ran right behind him.
I pushed Angel behind me. “What is it?”
Jazmine ran up and took Angel from me so I could go and find out what was going on. Prez rushed into the church.
“Fuck!” He yelled and stormed back out his gun in his hand.
I looked into the room, expecting the worse, and it was. The ropes that were used to restrain Vale were sliced through and discarded on the table, right on top of Storm’s kutte. Vale and Storm were both missing. Vale had missed his day with the reaper, and Storm had abandoned his patch.
Now I would have to hunt down two of my brothers and kill them, just another day in the Wings of Diablo motorcycle club.
Epilogue- Ink
We searched well over a week for Vale and Storm, but they were nowhere to be found, and the trail had gone cold in the backwoods of Louisiana. They could be anywhere by now.
We went back home with loose ends hanging over our heads. I wasn’t going to let it drive me crazy, though. Vale would get his soon enough, and it would be slow and painful. Clean and Yang were already searching for him, and as soon as we had a hit, I’d be there with all my tools ready for a game of ‘how soon can I make you scream for your mommy?’.
Today though? Today I was going to enjoy being with my woman even if she was annoying the shit out of me right now.
“You act like I’ve never seen you naked before.” She dipped her brush into more acrylic paint and began to swipe the cold paint on my skin.
“Yeah, usually when I’m naked, so are you, and my dick is usually in your pussy. That’s the naked I like, this ‘let me make you into an art project’ naked is for the birds.”
She pouted, all phony, “You don’t want to be my art project?”
I let my head drop back, “Jazmine, ugh, just hurry this shit up.” I complained. This wasn’t what I thought she meant when she said that she had a surprise for me.
She painted on me for a few more minutes before she got a small piece of paper and started to fan her artwork. “Okay, it’s all done. I hope you like it.” I looked down at the intricate painting, it said something, but I was looking at it at a weird angle. I got up and walked to the mirror so I could see it clearly. The piece took my breath away. It was a full painting on my side of dark flowers, anchors and chain links, in between it all was her name. It was perfect.
“This shit is so hot. Are you dropping hints? I’d get this.” I examined it closer, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her through the mirror, getting undressed. My eyes scanning over her perfect body.
I turned around quickly when I spotted my surprise.
She let her arms fall to her side, and across her taut stomach from hip to hip, there was a beautiful realistic picture of the same thing she painted on me, except instead of her name was mine.
I fell to my knees in front of her to get a closer look. It was still scabbing over; she got my name tattooed on her body.
“You like it?” She asked on a whisper. Unsure of how I was going to react.
I stood my face as blank as I could keep it.
“You love me, huh?” I asked.
Her eyebrows scrunched in slightly, “Yes, Ink. I love you. I wouldn’t have gone through all this shit for someone I thought was just a good friend.” She answered sarcastically. She put her hand up and began pulling on her earrings, “Well? Do you love me?”
I bent down, picked her up, and threw her down on the bed. “I love you more than anything Jazmine, I plan on showing you that shit for the rest of my life. Starting right now.” The words flowed out of my mouth quickly. I had never been more sure of anything than I was about how much I loved this woman.
I crawled on the bed, not caring about messing up the sheets or the splatters of paint on the floor, all I cared about was this gorgeous woman who somehow gave me a second chance at life.
Epilogue- Roth
Ten years. I had been working for Ruby and Harrington Giles for ten years, and it made me soulless.
“Come on, let’s go, you have to move out of here." I opened the cells one by one. It was the sixth estate I’d been to in the states; prisoners all left to die. Now Ruby and Harrington were gone, there was no one to care for these people. I couldn’t leave them, though, and I attempted to make it to as many estates as could. Unfortunately, I had reached many of them too late. The stench of death hung thick in the air.
“Where are we supposed to go? Will they come back for us?” One of the women asked as I let her out of her room.
“No, no one is coming for you. You are all free to go. Take what you want from the estate and then get out of here.” Her fear was almost palpable.
I let my head hang low as they all rushed
