Bent, Not Broken(9)

The blood dripped off of the blade and landed on his chest. He stared into Bruce’s eyes, saw them widen when Joker pressed the blade into his flesh, and then he bared his teeth at the asshole. Joker continued to move the blade slowly across his throat, heard the gurgle of Bruce choking on his own blood, and looked down to see the bright red blood start to spurt out of his jugular.

He took a step back, the knife he held dripping the red, viscous fluid onto the ground, and this warmth and release filled him. He stared at Bruce, watched the life fade from him, and knew that this was what true vengeance felt like.



Amy sat at the kitchen table, across from David, and thought about how many times she had done this with her mom, her step-father, and Reese back in the day. The silence between them right now wasn’t uncomfortable, and in fact, she saw the smile on David’s face and knew he was thinking about her mother.

“Your mom used to make the best sweet rice I have ever had.” He stared at her and smiled wider. “Do you remember the first time she made it; you and Reese were hesitant to taste it because you said it looked slimy?”

She started chuckling and nodded. “Yeah, but Reese is actually the one who got me to try it. It was the best.”

David nodded. “Yeah, your mom could cook like no other.”

The room was silent again, and she thought about Reese. “David, how is he doing anyway? I mean I’ve spoken to him, but how is he really doing?”

David didn’t speak right away, but instead picked up the sandwich she had made for him and took a bite. He chewed for a moment, swallowed, and then he took a sip of water. He set his water down as he looked at her again. “Reese has changed a lot since he was a teenager. The few times I’ve seen him in the last few years he was a harder man, more dangerous even.”

She nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. “Yeah, I’ve seen a change since he became a member of the MC.” There were times, at first, when staring at him, just being in his presence, had made her nervous. He was big and strong, easily over six feet in height, with muscles that were stacked on top of each other. He was dangerous, there was no doubt about that, and he was violent. She knew he had killed men, knew that he did illegal things, yet she still wanted him. God, did she want him, but who in the hell would want a woman like her?





“Did you get it all out of your system?” Demon asked.

Joker climbed off his bike. He’d cleaned up the remains of Bruce in the warehouse. No one would ever find his body and if someone did try to look for him, or even care about where the sack of shit was, there wouldn’t be anything left to find.

“Yes.”

“So long as it’s where it needs to stay.”

“I don’t have a fucking problem anymore. He’s gone.”

“You’re going after her now, right? The bitch you claim not to care about?” Demon walked beside him as they made their way toward the clubhouse.

The only thought Joker had was of Amy. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Killing Bruce had been designed to set her free. She needed to know he was dead to start living her life.

“Amy’s not a bitch. You be careful what you say about her.” Joker turned on his friend.

Demon raised a brow. “She’s special all right. You’re going to have to bring her by the club.”

At the mention of the club, Steel walked out with three bitches on his arms. They were running their hands up and down his body, and the women were completely naked.

“I’m going to fuck each of you and then you’re all going to lick each other the fuck out.”

“Yes, Steel,” all three women spoke together.

“That fucker is dirty,” Demon said, scrunching up his nose.

“Amy wouldn’t last two minutes in this club.” The very thought of bringing her to the club broke Joker out in a cold sweat.

“You don’t have a choice. There’s no out from the club, Joker. You’re my VP. The only out is six feet under.”

“I could be voted out,” Joker said.

“It’s not going to happen. You’re too well liked for them to get rid of you. You’ve got more chance of being fucked by one of the boys than voted out.”

“I didn’t peg you as the kind of club that fucked each other,” Deanna said, coming out of the clubhouse. She went straight to Demon, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. I’m trying to convince Joker that he’s got to bring his woman around here.”

Deanna asked, “What kind of woman is she?”

“A civilian, like you. She’s not had the best life starting out. The club, it’s not for her.” Joker gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to leave the club nor did he want to live without Amy. Could he have both? Was there a way for Amy to move beyond the demons of her past? “I’ve got to head out. I hope that’s okay?”