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- Authors: Mila Crawford
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When a bone fractures, it makes a cracking noise, while a sprain
will sound like popping or grinding. That’s how I knew that I’d
fractured his jaw, from the sound it made under the pressure of
my fist. His body fell limp in my grip, blood flowing from his nose as his
pathetic eyes begged me to stop. He was too weak to actually ask for mercy,
not like the girl who’d told him to fuck off six times. “Sucks when people
don’t listen to you, doesn’t it?” This was one of my favorite parts of being a
full member. I no longer was sent in for clean-up, now I was able to
dispense justice. When I joined the MC, I never set out to be a hitman or be
the go-to guy for exacting revenge. I knew without a doubt that I had a
killer instinct, that an unfathomable ruthlessness lived deep inside of me.
kept it at bay the very best I could, but joining the Valor gave me a natural
out. The scum my hate was directed at became my prey. And I could
exhaust the violence by using it for poetic justice, for the weak and the
young and the purely innocent who couldn’t stand up for themselves. I
honed my anger into a tool for the Valor and I became a silent killer who
took out the most sadistic of criminals.
“Beg for it,” I sneered at the piece of shit. The guy wasn’t so brave now
that his jaw was out of place. Just as I was about to punch him again, sirens
sounded and flashed as two cop cars pulled to a stop right in front of us.
Guns came out as they screamed something, probably demanding I freeze,
but I was in the zone, barely registering their demands. Plus, the hearing aid
for my good ear had come out in the scuffle and was probably crushed in
the gravel beneath our boots. Fine with me, I had no desire to hear the last
breath of a sex trafficker. The police probably would have shot me right
then and there if there wasn’t a crowd from the local pub surrounding us.
Thing with the MC is, it can be hard for the fuzz to tell the good guys from
the bad guys. I didn’t give a shit if they locked me away. I’d had more
mugshots taken than school pictures over the years. My rap sheet was long
and I didn’t lose any sleep over it.
“Patriot, you better stop!” a girl in the crowd shrieks. Her voice is so
high-pitched that it comes in clear. I can hear the sirens, her shrieks, feel the
rumble of the bikes through the ground. All my senses are on high alert. I
sniff up blood that’s dripping from my nose and then wipe it away with the
back of my hand. I still haven’t dropped the perp and for all I know, my grip
is tight enough to steal his last breath from this earth. He doesn’t deserve to
take it after all the innocence he’s stolen.
I looked up and made direct eye contact with the cops. “Drop him,” one
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