Night Sky (Satan's Sinners MC Book 3) (3 page)

Before I had met Ever, I liked to be alone. I didn’t fuck around with the whores, and I pretty much stuck to myself. A lot of it had to do with not knowing how to communicate and feeling alone in this world. I never met another hearing impaired person until the Porter sisters came along. Together they brought me out of my shell and had my confidence strong.

Now, since Ever's gone, I’ve lost all the good parts of me. I'm on a road to my own demise. I know it, everyone around me knows it, so it's time to just sit back and wait for the destruction to happen.

When she first left, most days I just wanted be left alone to wallow in my depression.

All that changed when drugs came into the picture, then I started just not giving a fuck about anything.

I started partying hard, riding harder, fighting to get the aggression out, and fucking to try and get a goddamn release from it all. I know my brothers are trying to be there for me, just like their ol' ladies, but they don’t know what I’m going through. None of them do, except Romeo.

Well, his situation might be a little worse than mine, ya know, with the whole being held hostage, his chick being a rat, and her getting shot in the head.

Hmm...I might like it if Ever came back and held me hostage, not the other shit though.

Anyway, back to what I was saying before I got distracted by my crazy thoughts.

What were we talking about?

Oh yeah, my support team I have — Hunter getting tattoos with me and Romeo going to the gym.

I’ll tell you, the gym and the tattoos may not keep her off my mind, but I’m one muscled and tatted up motherfucker now. The pain of the needle digging into my skin or the burn of my muscles does help for a little while, but not for long. Ever is never too far from my mind, as you can tell.

“I've called church today because we need to talk about a few things,”
Hanger speaks while signing.
“Demon, you’ve been treasurer for a while, run the numbers by us.”

I keep watch on Hanger so he can relay everything, knowing Demon can't sign.

Well, I’ve went back to when Ripper was treasurer and it looks like you started having a downfall when the shit with the Italians started. I’m sure you all know that, but since we took those fuckers out, our numbers are back to normal. The cash flow has picked back up double time and product is selling twice as fast as it was. You might want to look into putting the money through different businesses, get an accountant we can trust and have them launder the money, make it look legit, plus you would make a profit and so would the different businesses.

“Yeah, we might have to look into that. Let's take a vote.”
I give Hanger a nod, letting him know I agree with doing that. I watch around the table to see my brothers nodding with lips moving.

“Alright then. Hacker, you wanted to talk about starting up a titty club, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve been looking at buildings and I might have found one. I could have it up and running in a couple of months.”

Hanger turns his attention back to Demon. “
Is that going to be too long to wait?”

“We could work with that, but I think you need to get at least a portion in something now. Is there any where you would wanna invest now?”

Seeing Demon’s reply, I would’ve never guessed he was so smart when it came to this kinda shit. I miss Ripper, but it seems to me that Demon is the right man for this job.

I start thinking about businesses and then a thought hits me. Bear is sitting next to me so I tap him on the shoulder. He looks over at me and I sign,
I have an idea.

Bear gets Hanger's attention for me and when he looks over, I give my input.

What about Runaway Tattoo? Hunter and I’ve been going there a lot. Maybe we could talk to her.

“Good idea, Writer. You guys get on that. Hacker, you get on the building for your titty club. Does anyone else have anything we need to discuss?”
I look around the room seeing heads shaking and mouths moving. I return my attention back to Hanger.

“
Church is over. Let's get the fuck outta here.”

I hold back, waiting for the line to clear then I bolt from the room as fast as I can, going straight to my room.

I grab my stash out from the top drawer of my dresser and dump some crystal out onto the top of it. I pull my driver’s license out of my wallet, smashing the meth down, making sure it's smooth, then I make two rails. Rolling up a bill, I snort that shit up, one in each nostril. When I feel it taking affect, I walk out to the bar and take a seat.

I don't have to bother writing down what I want, Chasyr already knows. Same shit I always get, Jack and Coke. He sits it on the counter in front of me and I down it, trying to get the disgusting drainage from the meth out of the back of my throat. I hit my glass on the bar, letting him know I'm ready for another. When he brings the second one, I down it too and look around the bar, ready to play.

I see a cute little blonde, big fake tits, skirt barely covers her round ass up. I stand and head over, not wasting any time. I grab her by the hand and start walking towards the couch. I sit down, with her standing between my legs, her pussy at eye level and I can see she has no panties on. I run my hand up her thigh then up under her skirt. Two fingers find her pussy as I feel, making sure she is wet and ready for me. I always need them wet and ready because there will never be foreplay with me. That's saved for one girl and one girl only.

I undo my jeans, free my cock, and pump myself a couple of times to get even harder as I look at the girl in front of me. I don't know her name, I don't care enough to ask, I never do. Pulling a condom out of my wallet, I tear it open and wrap my shit up. Gripping her hips, I bring her down to straddle me before my cock starts to slide inside of her pussy.

I let her push herself the rest of the way down on me, all the while I think about how she doesn’t feel anything like my girl did.

She’s not tight like Ever was, nor is she my home.

Fuck, I miss the way her pussy walls strangled my cock, the way her heat and honey scent would surround me. When this whore finds her rhythm, I lay my head against the back of the couch, letting her do all the work.

Right when I'm busting into the condom, there’s a tap on my shoulder. I look to see who it is, Bam Bam, and he’s pointing towards the door with shock written all across his bearded face. I look around the girl that’s just stopped bouncing on my lap to come face to face with the one person I never thought I would see again.

I don't know what the hell came over me, but I give her the most evil smile I can. It's the same face I have tried to forget for the last year, the last three hundred and sixty five days, and the last eight thousand seven hundred and sixty seven hours.

Ever.

WRITER

PAST

★★★

I fucked up. I really fuckin' fucked up and I have to fix it. I jump out of my bed on the seventh day of no contact with my girl. I know she is leaving today, but I have to stop her. She may decide to still go and that’s fine, but I'm not ready to give up on us. We have to work it out. She can go, maybe fly back once in awhile, or I could fly to her. We have Skype and texting. We can get through this, right?

I find her sister out in the bar cleaning off some tables so I run over in desperation. I grip her shoulders to turn around and face me. Under different circumstances, I would have laughed at her surprise.
Z, where is she?
I begin to sign. She can see the pleading in my eyes for her to tell me. I go on,
It's been one week since I saw her last, since our fight on the rooftop, and I can't take it any longer. I have to catch Ever and fix this mess. Please tell me where she is.

Crazy Girl's eyes quickly change to one of sadness that doesn't go unnoticed.
Writer, she’s gone. She left awhile ago for the airport. She wouldn't let any of us go with her so she took a taxi, said it would be too hard for her.

With Crazy Girl being her twin sister, I know she is sad, not only for me, but for herself too. She has always had Ever with her, and now she decides to move across the world from everyone she loves. She is leaving her families and everything she has ever known behind.

I know the closest airport so I ask,
Tulsa?

Yes, her flight’s in a couple of hours.

Don't look at me like that, Z! Don't be sad. I will find her and fix this. I have to.
I run out of the clubhouse, jump on my bike, and head towards Tulsa. I don't like to be around a lot of people, but I have to stop her. I speed all the way there, thank fuck I didn't get pulled over.

I park my bike, running inside as I look around at all the people rushing, trying to find their terminals. I finally see the screens showing all the flights, and in a quick-stride I get into the crowd, trying to find hers. No one watches where they’re going as I get bumped into left and right.

I see it!

Departing from Tulsa, arriving in New York: Gate 6. It reads
boarding
. Fuck, I'm running out of time. I look around again at all of the people. I see someone walking by me just then so I reach out, grabbing his arm. At first, I think he might punch me in the face until I hold my hands up to make the number six. The suit points me in the direction I need to go, and I give him a head nod in thanks before I take off at full speed.

There it is! Gate 6!

I see people lining up. I look, trying to see her long wavy blonde hair.

Fuck!

She’s at the door to walk through. I try to get past everyone, but the guard stops me. I point to her and look at him. I see his lips moving, but I don't understand what he’s saying. I point to my ears and shake my head, letting him know I'm deaf. He grabs the arm of the person behind me, taking something out of their hands. I don't have time for this! She's slipping farther and farther away from me. He holds the paper in front of me, pointing to it. I think he’s asking if I have a ticket. I shake my head no as he points to the ticket again, nodding his head. I turn back, looking for her, but I don't see her anymore.

I run over to the ticket counter I had seen before and pull out my little notebook with a pen I keep, then write down that I need a ticket to New York. I slide the paper over to the woman behind the counter. She looks at it before typing on her computer. She grabs my pen and writes down something then slides it back.

No seats left.

The plane has taken off. I have to come up with something else. I take a seat in the airport, dig out my phone, and start texting.

Me:
Ever, I want to work it out. Text me please.

I wait, but nothing. I wait for another hour.

Me:
I don't want to leave shit the way we did. Text me back.

Still nothing. I watch my phone as more time passes.

Me:
I'm going back to the club. Text me when you get these. I love you!

Defeated, I walk out of the airport, straddle my Harley, and make the trip back to the clubhouse. Hopefully, I can get by without seeing anyone. I can't deal with that right now.

EVER

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