Page 46 of Brick's Redemption

“The only regrets are not living in the moment. Trust me. I’ve seen enough human failure to last a million lifetimes. These terms will benefit you far more than your ordinary life ever could.”

What a salesman. Even after he had my signature, he still enjoyed the pitch.

“Oh, one more thing.”

Shit. “Yeah?”

“You’re getting a slight name change.”

Ffs. “What do you want me to be called?”

“Bedlam.” He grinned. “I believe you’ll enjoy the chaos and carnage that follow.”

Before I could reply, he disappeared.

In an instant, I was back on my bike, seated as I stared at Maddog, Skel, Dagger, and the other Graven Bastards. Knowing smiles lingered on all their faces. They’d done this before and had similar experiences. I didn’t have to ask to know it was true.

“Well, how do you feel, Brick, or should I say, Bedlam?”

“You know he changed my road name?”

“He made a point to tell me.”

I looked at Dagger. “What did he name you?”

Dagger snorted. “I’m still Dagger.”

Son of a bitch. The joke was on me.

Every one of them laughed as I shrugged. “I guess I have to live with it.”

“He has his reasons.” Maddog, my new president, nodded. “It suits you. I can see your shadow warrior. He’s hungry for vengeance on your behalf.”

“Dagger?”

“He’s ready, too.”

I almost asked if he received a new friend like I did when I sensed it inside him. I could sense it in all of them. Each unique shadowed entity that craved for things only spoken about in the darkness, like carnage, blood, death, and retribution, and they each bolstered the others. Together, we were a mighty force of reckoning.

Dagger smiled for the first time in weeks. “Let’s hunt.”

Maddog lifted his fist and pumped the air. “We leave no prisoners. No mercy. Avenge our fallen!”

It might have been a bit cheesy, but I could feel the collective strength, power, and motivation. We would be unstoppable.

Chapter 13 Bedlam

The entity inside me already knew where to go. Whatever ability allowed him to locate and sense tarnished souls was leading us to where the Crimson Skulls MC had made their new clubhouse.

Wrangling souls is my specialty.

Startled, I nearly wrecked my fucking bike.

“You okay, Brick, uh, Bedlam?”

I wasn’t sure. “He fucking spoke to me.”

“That shadow inside you?”

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