the years, the club had just grown bored with the same old shit. He figured Tiny would be inside a sweet-butt within a matter of minutes from the moment they got home.
“I’m going to clear their shit away,” Murphy said, leaving them to their argument.
“I’ll come as well.” Killer followed him upstairs to the main hotel room where the women should be staying. Going through to the bedroom, Murphy noted Killer’s glance at the rumpled bed.
“Keep your fucking opinions to yourself,” Murphy said.
“I’m not saying anything. I spent the whole night watching porn while Cherry stared at me. We didn’t speak one word.” Killer moved to the wardrobe and started pulling clothes out.
“You don’t live up to your name, do you?” Murphy asked.
“I kill people with my bare hands. I live up to my name. I’ve had no reason to kill recently. The Skulls have never killed for sport whereas The Lions loved it.” Killer’s voice held no emotion. The other man was hard and dead to the world.
Murphy knew the tales and hated the fact anyone had to go through what The Lions had put Killer through. He was a good guy inside, but the deceased leader of the other club had killed everything else.
“ The first time they told me to kill someone I did it without hesitation. There was this guy in the middle of the warehouse. He’d been badly beaten and had done some wrong to the club. My loyalty was to my club, to my brothers. The man was a threat, and I ended him.” Killer’s gaze appeared off into the distance, to a past time that was not right now. Murphy waited, knowing patience was best. “Do you know what the guy had done?”
Shaking his head, Murphy folded his arms waiting to be given the crap news.
“The guy had denied the club access to his wife. The wife was a small, beautiful woman and had caught the club’s eye.” Killer shook his head. “I killed a man because my leader wanted to fuck someone else’s wife.”
Going to him, Murphy put a hand on his shoulder. “We all do shit for our clubs that feels right.”
“You betrayed your club to infiltrate mine. I’m thankful you did. The Lions were a fucking curse, but still, betraying your brothers had to be hard.”
He looked away. “My brothers knew what I was doing. I didn’t betray the club. They acted like I did. The real betrayal is with Tate. I fucked up. I promised her shit, and I didn’t deliver. She doesn’t give a shit about what happened at the club. Tate cares about what I did to her.”
“Tiny’s daughter?” Killer asked.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Murphy let out a sigh. He pulled out his packet of cigarettes and lit one. “My first job as a prospect was babysitting duty. Fucking hated it. I was better than that. I was too good for baby-sitting my leader’s daughter.” Murphy took a long drag of his cigarette.
“Was she a bitch?”
“No, not at all. Tate was nothing like she is now. She was sweet, charming, and the most amazing person I’d ever known.” Licking his lips, Murphy offered Killer a cigarette. “It didn’t take long until the best part of my life was being with her. I pretended to the guys how much I hated it, but I loved it. She was sunshine in our dark world. Tate didn’t judge, and she never accused me of anything. It was nice to sit with her, listen to her talk and talk about everything.”
“You fell in love with her?” Killer asked, taking a seat and lighting up his cigarette.
“I fell in love with her. On prom night, I was her date. I kissed her, and I had every intention of telling her my feelings. I told her how I felt even though I’d decided in the same night, not to. She was in my arms, and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but with her. We were going to fuck or at least, she wanted to. She was ready. I was an idiot and not ready for that. I wanted to talk with her father and take my time. Not every girl should lose their virginity prom night.” Murphy shook his head at the
“I’m going to clear their shit away,” Murphy said, leaving them to their argument.
“I’ll come as well.” Killer followed him upstairs to the main hotel room where the women should be staying. Going through to the bedroom, Murphy noted Killer’s glance at the rumpled bed.
“Keep your fucking opinions to yourself,” Murphy said.
“I’m not saying anything. I spent the whole night watching porn while Cherry stared at me. We didn’t speak one word.” Killer moved to the wardrobe and started pulling clothes out.
“You don’t live up to your name, do you?” Murphy asked.
“I kill people with my bare hands. I live up to my name. I’ve had no reason to kill recently. The Skulls have never killed for sport whereas The Lions loved it.” Killer’s voice held no emotion. The other man was hard and dead to the world.
Murphy knew the tales and hated the fact anyone had to go through what The Lions had put Killer through. He was a good guy inside, but the deceased leader of the other club had killed everything else.
“ The first time they told me to kill someone I did it without hesitation. There was this guy in the middle of the warehouse. He’d been badly beaten and had done some wrong to the club. My loyalty was to my club, to my brothers. The man was a threat, and I ended him.” Killer’s gaze appeared off into the distance, to a past time that was not right now. Murphy waited, knowing patience was best. “Do you know what the guy had done?”
Shaking his head, Murphy folded his arms waiting to be given the crap news.
“The guy had denied the club access to his wife. The wife was a small, beautiful woman and had caught the club’s eye.” Killer shook his head. “I killed a man because my leader wanted to fuck someone else’s wife.”
Going to him, Murphy put a hand on his shoulder. “We all do shit for our clubs that feels right.”
“You betrayed your club to infiltrate mine. I’m thankful you did. The Lions were a fucking curse, but still, betraying your brothers had to be hard.”
He looked away. “My brothers knew what I was doing. I didn’t betray the club. They acted like I did. The real betrayal is with Tate. I fucked up. I promised her shit, and I didn’t deliver. She doesn’t give a shit about what happened at the club. Tate cares about what I did to her.”
“Tiny’s daughter?” Killer asked.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Murphy let out a sigh. He pulled out his packet of cigarettes and lit one. “My first job as a prospect was babysitting duty. Fucking hated it. I was better than that. I was too good for baby-sitting my leader’s daughter.” Murphy took a long drag of his cigarette.
“Was she a bitch?”
“No, not at all. Tate was nothing like she is now. She was sweet, charming, and the most amazing person I’d ever known.” Licking his lips, Murphy offered Killer a cigarette. “It didn’t take long until the best part of my life was being with her. I pretended to the guys how much I hated it, but I loved it. She was sunshine in our dark world. Tate didn’t judge, and she never accused me of anything. It was nice to sit with her, listen to her talk and talk about everything.”
“You fell in love with her?” Killer asked, taking a seat and lighting up his cigarette.
“I fell in love with her. On prom night, I was her date. I kissed her, and I had every intention of telling her my feelings. I told her how I felt even though I’d decided in the same night, not to. She was in my arms, and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but with her. We were going to fuck or at least, she wanted to. She was ready. I was an idiot and not ready for that. I wanted to talk with her father and take my time. Not every girl should lose their virginity prom night.” Murphy shook his head at the
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