Page 53 of Scar

“Now everyone will know your mine,” he growls. “My fucking Angel.”

EPILOGUE

BAMBI

Best.Fucking. Day. Ever! Fuck, she was hot. I’ve never cum so hard. Granted, before I had only practiced with my fist, but I thought at one point I wasn’t going to stop cuming.

After quickly towel drying my wet hair, I head back out the door to relieve Tiny on Eugene’s watch duty. I can’t wipe the smile from my face as I ride my bike over there. My life had gone from shit to fucking shittier before I found this club. I had nothing, no one. No house, not even any food when Happ had seen me at the back of the diner sifting through the bins for food. He had offered me the chance to be a Prospect, warned me it would be hard work, but it would mean food and some money to save up for a place to stay. Best fucking decision I’d ever made.

Happ had not just given me the chance to earn some money, but he had given me a chance at being a part of a family, and for that I will always be in his debt. I come to a stop at the warehouse and see Tiny’s bike sat there. I get off and walk in. Tiny is sat reading one of his books. He lifts his eyes to me as I walk in, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“Well, look at the man that just fucking walked in,” he teases, standing to his feet. He towers over me. Fuck, he really is a mountain of a man.

I laugh and give him a bow. “Why, thank you,” I mock. He laughs and claps me hard on the shoulder. I look over to Eugene who is just sat there slumped, eating his bread. “He been alright?” I ask, nodding in the direction of Eugene.

Tiny looks over his shoulder. “Yeah, just complaining, as usual,” he huffs. “Right, I’m going to head off. Want me to bring you back some food?” he asks as he heads towards the door.

“Yeah, that would be great. I’ve built up quite an appetite from earlier.” I smirk.

Tiny laughs as he leaves, letting the door slam closed behind him. I take a seat in the chair and pick up an old magazine that’s been left here for fuck knows how long. Out of all the tasks, I don’t mind doing watch duty. It’s quiet and apart from unlocking him to shit in a bucket, it ain’t that bad.

“I need the toilet,” Eugene grumbles.

I sigh. Just when I thought I was having a good day, I had to take watch duty on the day he needs a shit. I chuck down the magazine and grab the handcuff keys off the hook before walking over to him. Reaching down, I unlock his handcuffs and then help him to his feet. He isn’t in a good way as he struggles to move.

“Don’t take fucking ages,” I warn him. He makes to slide his pants down, or so I thought. He moves quickly and rears up, slamming his head into mine. I stumble back. “Fuck!” I hiss, holding my head. He goes to move, and as I reach for my gun, he lunges for it too. We slam to the floor and I wrestle with him, trying to get it off him.

How in the fuck has he got the strength to do this shit? He’s barely moved for weeks, or is that what he wanted us to think?

His hands grab a hold of my gun, trying to yank it from my grip.

“Let go, you fucking stupid cunt!” I hiss through gritted teeth. At this point, I wish Dixie wasn’t able to fix his dislocatedshoulder and had just amputated his fucking arm off instead. He roars like a rabid animal and as two loud gun shots go off, the sound echoes around the room. Eugene’s eyes go wide. Fuck, Scar ain’t going to be happy about this, but it was an accident. In a split second, Eugene’s face changes into an evil smile. He moves and gets to his feet, and it’s in that split second that I realise I am the one who’s been shot, not Eugene. Fuck.

I place my fingertips to my stomach and shakily hold them up, seeing my wet, shining blood coating them. I pant and my eyes go wide as Eugene’s grin widens. He holds my gun in his hand and aims it down at my head.

“They will fucking kill you,” I rasp, fighting for my breath.

He shrugs. “They will have to fucking find me first.” As I stare back at him, it’s then that I know my life is over. I close my eyes, accepting my fate. Being the man worthy of my family, the Black Hearts MC, I will not beg, and I will not cry. I will face my death, ready for Hades to take me. As I open my eyes one last and final time, my breath is already gargling in my throat.

I smile at Eugene, showing no fear or pain. I’m a man Pres and Happ would be proud of. As I let out a laugh, I choke on what I am certain is my own blood. “You’re a fucking dead man,” I wheeze out.

Eugene lowers the gun, knowing he doesn’t need to shoot me to kill me. I’m dying regardless. “No kid, that would be you,” he sneers. Before he leaves, I use all my strength to roll over to my side and watch him limp out of the warehouse. The sound of my bike skidding off echoes into the unit as I lay there on the cold concrete floor. My vision starts blackening at the edges as my breathing becomes shallow, and the feeling of death blankets over my body, surrounding every inch of me.

Happ

“Fuck off.” I laugh at Beast as he makes a joke at my expense. My eyes flicker to Tiny, watching as he grabs himself some food. I walk over to him. “All good at the warehouse?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah, Bambi is there now. I said I would bring him back some food. He reckons he’s built up a large appetite.” He smirks.

I laugh. “Give me the plate. I will take it over to him,” I say, holding my hand out.

“You sure? Remember you ain’t a Prospect anymore.” He grins, eying my patch.

I shrug. “I know, but I want to congratulate the fucker myself and welcome him into manhood.” Tiny hands me the plate, then goes back to make himself one. I walk over to the truck and place the plate on the passenger seat before I drive up to the warehouse. When I approach, I notice Bambi’s bike is missing. I frown, that’s odd. There is a chance he walked over here, but at night I fucking doubt it. I leave the food on the passenger seat and get out, keeping one hand on my gun as I walk to the warehouse. After opening the door quietly, I peer in.

“Fuck!” I run in, seeing Bambi laid on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Dropping to my knees, I pull out my cell. “Bambi, shit.”

“Yeah?” I hear Spider answer. The sound of loud music and people talking in the background echoes down the line.

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