Page 6 of Tech

I fucking dread to think what could have happened to Star if Hairy managed to take her back then.

I grunt, hitting the bag with my elbow, and then my left fist in speed.

“Fuck’s sake, brother, please tell me this isn’t about Faith being kicked out of the club?” Snake snaps, and I growl, kicking the bag harder than necessary, causing it to shake violently, and turn toward my prez.

Fucking Faith, Hairy’s cousin. She showed her true colors today. We’d just left my room where she sucked my dick dry only to walk into a shitshow where she stuck up for the traitors in the club, then screamed and cried because I didn’t stick up for her and make her my old lady, because—suddenly—she loved me, when only yesterday, she was getting fucked by two clubwhores.

That’s what I get for fucking her for three years….

I point at him. “You know full well it has fuck all to do with the bitch. She was just a hole I fucked once in a while when I couldn’t be bothered with the clubwhores.” He smirks, and I shake my head, realizing he was baiting me, and I snap, “He fucking raped her, brother. He raped her, he held her dad hostage for fucking years, and I…I fucking missed it!” I growl. “I keep watch of the cameras, and yet the fucker managed to escape them; he managed to have his meetings with those traitorous cunts without me noticing.”

I shake my head and hit the bag again. Tech is everything. It’s who I fucking am, yet I missed the slimy fucker.

Left, right, left, right….

“Do you want to spar?” he asks, and I chuckle, grabbing the bag and turning to him, raising a brow. He shrugs. “You look like you need to hit someone, not a bag.”

I snort. “I don’t fancy Momma Annie kicking my ass because I broke one of her precious sons.”

He grins. “Like you could hurt me.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. I grab the towel, wipe away the sweat, and then lift the bag, throwing it out of the ring. “I feel guilty that I didn’t see it, brother. I’ve been watching those cameras since I was fucking ten years old.” I scoff. “I missed your dad being drugged by Hairy’s crazy mother, for fuck’s sake.”

She’s the reason why Star and her father were run down by Hairy over ten years ago; she’s the fucking reason why Hairy kept him hostage for fucking years.

She was obsessed with Snake’s dad, but none of us knew. She fucking drugged him, and tried to assault him to get pregnant, only to fail because she fucking over drugged him. When Hairy’s dad found a pregnancy test—because she was crazy enough to believe she could have been pregnant—she screamed that it was Star’s father.

No one believed her, and she lost her life. By club law, it’s down to the brother with the old lady who cheats to do what he pleases. The woman went fucking nuts, by the footage I found an hour ago, and Hairy’s father shot her.

One bullet to the head.

Hairy went on a fucking revenge scheme after, not blaming his dad but rather the man who was only in our club for club business, the man Hairy’s mom accused of getting her pregnant.

A man who lost years of his life being held hostage. Star spent years trying to find her father, while her mother and sister blamed her for her father’s disappearance. Everyone thought he was dead except for Star. All because of a crazy fucking bitch!

“You need to stop beating yourself up. We all missed it, brother,” Snake states firmly.

I nod, knowing he’s right—deep down.

The basement door opens, and my fucking mother walks in.

“Great,” I mutter while Snake rolls his eyes.

“Snake, darling, can I have a moment with my son?” she asks, and I open my eyes wide to him, hoping he understands not to leave me alone with her because her nagging has gotten out of control, and I’m a ticking time bomb right now.

He smirks and says, “Sorry, Carol, no can do.” He takes off his cut, hangs it up next to mine, and removes his t-shirt. “We’re about to spar.”

Momma scowls but says, “Fine,” then looks my way as Snake climbs into the ring. She states, “Now that you’ve finally got rid of the clinger, let’s talk about you settling down.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me!

I turn to Snake, who drops his head down and groans, knowing he’s in for a beating, knowing she’s hit the sore spot I can’t be bothered to deal with.

Momma continues her speech as I pop my knuckles, “I’m still in contact with Nina. She misses you, baby.”

Son of a….

I scoff and swing, hitting Snake in the jaw, making him curse and swing back at me. He jabs my shoulder hard as my mother keeps talking.

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