Crash & Burn by Jaci J

Author:Jaci J [Jaci J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jaci J
Published: 2014-06-26T07:00:00+00:00

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A few weeks later …

So I’ve pulled my fucking shit together, sort of. I still drink because it helps fill the void that was created when Lil left me, and I still have the fucking dreams. I stay at the club ‘cause goin’ home without her isn’t an option. I don’t sleep at night, don’t eat often … hell, I don’t do a whole hell of anything, but I have pulled it together enough to keep this fuckin’g club going. I keep it together enough to not completely fuck it all up with my brothers. I keep it together enough so that if and when Lil decides to come back home to me, there will be something for her to come home to. Everything that Cali said hit home. Out of all the shit she spewed at me, I got it. I need to hold shit down. For me and Lil, I need to work this shit out because I’ve decided I will not live without her.

“You ready?” I ask Blade, giving a chin lift towards the cracked and peeling front door. No window, no peephole. This motherfucker has no idea we’re outside. Nodding his head, he goes for the porch of the old run down house we’re at. Taking cautious steps, he makes sure to keep his eyes on the door. We’ve got his back. It’s rainy and wet outside, but the heavy pounding of the rain helps to drown out any noise.

I hug the wall, letting the roof overhang keep me as dry as possible. Stitch cocks his head towards me to the side, then he nods over, around the corner and holds up his hand. He signals there are two guys on that side. Looking at Rampage he holds up one finger. One guy on his side. Four of them, six of us. Blade does a quick sweep of the porch and nods me forward. Kicking in the front door, I hold it open with my foot and I nod for him to go in ahead of me.

This is the asshole that I let slip and he stole from us. You steal from us, you’re not only stealing from my club and brothers, but you’re stealing from my family. Stealing from our Old Ladies and our kids. Fuck that shit. I may have missed what he did, but we’re here to get it back. You don’t have our money? I’ll be taking something worth value. Whether that be your car, your fucking house, or your life, I’ll get back what you took from me.

Walking inside the run down crack house, we split up and start looking. I know I’m not going to find the money, but who the fuck knows what else I’ll find. These trap houses are always filled with all kinds of goodies like drugs, weapons, and other stolen shit. The house is filled with filth, that’s for sure. Fucking gross. This shithole makes the club look like a goddamn castle. I dig and tear shit up; break this and that and tear shit up.

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