Page 14 of Golden Atonement

Oh, on the outside, the Soulless Sinners seemed like a good choice. The club was notorious for its charitable contributions, community service, and eagerness to help, but that was all for show.

The truth was the Soulless Sinners MC was a one percenter club that made its own rules.

July 7, 2023

Remi

Standing at the window, I watched a family enjoying a picnic in the warm weather and fresh air. The mother threw her head back, laughing at something her son did, while the father hugged their daughter. By all accounts, they were the quintessential family, embodying all the characteristics of a perfect family.

On the outside, they looked normal.

Perfect in every way.

But they weren’t.

To the fleeting eye, they were just any normal family enjoying a perfect day. But that’s not what I saw. I saw a father who kept side glancing at the bevy of women walking by with lust in his eyes. I saw the mother who kept her eyes down, favoring her left arm. I saw the daughter who cringed and flinched as she tried to get away from her abuser, and I saw a little boy, neglected and lonely.

Under the watchful eyes of the world, they tricked and deceived every single person. Perception was everything, or so I learned. On the outside, no one was the wiser. The idea of venturing into the darkness to uncover the truth did not appeal to anyone. The truth wasn’t something most people cared about. No, people were too wrapped up in their own lives to take the time to see the truth before them.

They ignored the monsters that lurked in the darkness.

Monsters were everywhere.

“Remi?”

“Hmm?”

“I asked you a question.”

Looking over my shoulder at the pretty woman sitting in her comfortable chair, watching me intently as she waited for my response. I had been seeing Dr. Angelica Morales for weeks now. Not that I wanted to, but because Montana Stone insisted. He sent her all the way from New York City just for me. As far as I knew, I was her only patient, so I received all her attention.

I didn’t understand all the fuss.

I wasn’t special.

I never was.

I thought I was once, but then I realized I was just a nobody that no one gave a damn about.

I didn’t need to talk to anyone.

I was doing fine.

“How did you sleep last night?”

Turning back to the window, I muttered, “I didn’t.”

“Another nightmare?”

“It was worse.”

“How so?”

“I dreamed of him.”

“You dreamed of Reaper?”

“Yes.”

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