DARK FALL(61)

Until now.

Next to the knife was an old, faded picture, creased from being folded and opened hundreds of times. Three young boys stood next to their bicycles. It was years before they were old enough to ride motorcycles. Shay was in the middle. The boy to Shay’s left was his best friend. A guy he grew up with and loved like a brother. A guy he trusted for such a long time.

“Arengson,” Shay whispered as he shook his head.

Shay used to call him Angel to piss him off. He hated being called Angel.

Now he was dead. Dead before he could run his fucking mouth and make this worse.

The worse part of the picture was on the other side of Shay. There, to young Shay’s right, was his big brother. Shay loved him dearly, but he and Angel turned into bad people and when Shay was forced to take his brother out, he messed up. Instead of slitting his brother's throat, Shay only sliced his neck.

That left him with a scar and a vengeance.

Shay never thought he’d see his brother again… but now he knew the next time he’d see his brother, he’d have to kill him.

Shay dropped the picture and reached for the whiskey. It was time to drink, plan… and then kill.

The MC was his family now, and he wasn't going to let his own kin destroy that.