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Thereâs no salvation for you.
I walked around to face her on the cross and crouched down. She was cryinâ silently.
âRight now . . . you are absolutely forsaken. I wouldnât even give you the honor of beinâ crucified as much as Iâd love to nail you to this thing. You played God with our lives, but you arenât even close!â I shoved the pieces of the habit deeper until she started to choke. I used my knife one last time and stabbed it through a hand and pulled it out. âThese pieces of material allowed you to do all the fucked-up shit you did to us . . . choke on all your lies you evil bitch!â
I sat there watchinâ her slowly die. I donât even know how long it took, but I tried to slow it down in my mind to enjoy her suffering like sheâd enjoyed ours. Eventually, she stopped breathinâ and I felt the weight on my chest finally lighten up. I searched around on the floor for her rosary and jammed it in my pocket. All three crucifixes will have a special spot on my vest. Then I stood and turned to FOCUS.
âWell, brother, was that as good for you as it was for me?â I tried to laugh and push away the tears of my anger and relief as I redressed in my shirt and vest. âIf I could, Iâd bring her back and do it again.â
FOCUS stood from the tomb and patted me on the back. âThatâs gonna be her Hell, man. Sheâs gonna die over and over.â
My adrenaline was startinâ to slow as we got to the door and turned off the lights.
âDo you really believe that shit, hillbilly? I sure as fuck hope itâs true.â
Before he could say a word, my phone dinged with a text.
You need to get to the clubhouse. We got a really big issue.
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Crucify the Dead
âWhat the fuck now? She should be safe!â We practically ran up the stairs and I followed FOCUS through the maze in the walls of Rosethorne until we got to the door. âWhat about Bish? Isnât he gonna wonder?â
FOCUS stopped for a second and typed a quick text. âOkay. Thatâs done. He knows where weâre goinâ. If we need him, heâll be there as fast as his bike and the bullshit traffic will let âim.â
We got on the bikes and I was pissed at every motherfucker on the road. There hadnât even been five fuckinâ minutes for me to enjoy the load that Iâd just ripped off my heart, and we were headed into somethinâ else. When we finally got into the City, I thought my head was gonna explode. Everything imaginable was goinâ through my mind. Whatever it was couldnât be called or texted about, which meant it was nothinâ good.
Sheâs safe with the guys.
Itâs almost over.
I was still remindinâ myself of all the shit thatâd been loopinâ in my head on the way over. When we pulled into the big garage attached to the clubhouse and I saw the look on Casketâs face, my heart fell. âWhat the fuck is goinâ on?â
Casket stepped out and blocked me from goinâ any further. âFirst, you gotta know we handled it for now. No matter what you choose to do, we got your back on it. You gotta go see your nun first.â
Quickly, I lunged outta the way, cut Casket a hard look, and pointed in his face. âShe ainât a fuckinâ nun no more! Not a bad habit, not Sister Fiona. Sheâs Fi . . . Gingersnap. Where the fuck is my olâ lady?â
He didnât deserve me chewinâ his ass like that, but I was so anti all of that shit and my temper was through the roof already.
âCrucifix . . . brother . . . take a breath, light a smoke, get a shot for Chrissakes. Weâve been handlinâ shit. You need to pull it together before you see her. Just know it ainât none of our doinâ.â
Casket yelled at a prospect to bring me a shot, and the kid showed up with a new handle of Jack and a glass. I cracked the seal on the bottle, guzzled back a mouthful, and lit a smoke. It didnât make me feel any better.
âOkay, enough with the shit. What the fuck is goinâ on? Where is Snaps?â I tipped the bottle again and looked around for FOCUS. He musta been inside because I didnât see him. âTake me to her now.â
Did we scare her too much? Did I fuck up right outta the gate?
I followed Casket through the door into the clubhouse and barely noticed anyone around. I only watched his patch as we walked to my room in the back. He stopped at the door and looked to me. âBrother . . . go in quietly . . . sheâs a fuckinâ mess right now. Deal with her, and then weâll talk about the rest.â
When I walked through the door, Fi was curled up in a ball at the far corner of my bed. She was tremblinâ and jumped when she saw me walk in.
âHey, baby . . . whatâs goinâ on?â I sat down softly on the edge and she scooted back as far as she could. Sheâd never once been afraid of me, and my heart cracked when I saw the look in her eyes. âEverythingâs gonna be okay . . . no oneâs gonna hurt you. I got you.â
She started to hyperventilate when she tried to speak and I laid my hand out to her. I felt like I was tryinâ to coax a kitten out of a hidinâ place.
âYou did this to me . . . that guy . . . the guard . . . why didnât you just
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