Chapter Merciless Punks: Prologue

“I need you to do this one last favor for me before it’s too late.” I lean against the hood of my car, tossing the wrench onto the workbench when silence meets me on the other end of the phone. “Pike, I’m running out of time.”

I’m fucking desperate and I know he can hear it in my tone, I’m practically begging here.

“We shouldn’t even be talking over the phone. It’s too dangerous. If he finds out…” Pike trails off, his voice raspy because he knows that if Payne finds out… we’re both dead.

“This will be my last favor, brother. He’s watching her too closely. I thought I had time but she’s growing into a woman now. You know what that means. Especially since she doesn’t look like him. Everyone can see it, man. I’ve run out of options.” I run my hand through my long hair, noticing the grey strands that weren’t there a few years ago.

Time is flying by. I’m not as young as I used to be, nor am I strong enough to take care of my most important treasure.

“When?” That’s all Pike says as he draws out a long breath.

“I’d say right fucking now but too many eyes on her at the moment. That fucking kid keeps following her around even when she doesn’t notice. I don’t like it, the way he stares at her. Fucking hell, I’ve even told him to stay away from her but he just looks at me with these dead, blue eyes.” I push off the hood of the car and start to pace while looking left and right to make sure the garage is empty.

“I’ll see what I can do. This is my last favor, my friend. I have my own club to worry about, I can’t start a war with Payne. Hell’s Devils doesn’t compare in numbers. Plus my boy is the only thing left I have and I’m not willing to lose him no matter what.” Pike gets straight to the point, telling me that he’ll cut all connections for the sake of his son.

“I understand. Just find me a way for her to disappear, a place where he can’t find her. She’ll be sixteen soon and I don’t want this life for her. She’s already seen the hardships and the way the world works by being here at the compound. I want something better for her where she’ll never have to fear or look over her shoulder.” I pause at the sound of the garage door opening, heading over to the bay doors and finding no one there but the empty parking lot.

“Give me a week.” Pike lets out a heavy sigh over the phone. I can picture him opening his desk drawer and pulling out a bottle of whiskey.

Being the president of a motorcycle club ages you fast, it’s one thing after another but I’m glad he has my back. I’ll always owe him for what he did sixteen years ago but I might just owe him my life now. I hear a bang and whip my head towards the sound only to find that kid staring at me from across the lot by the fire barrels.

“A Demon Jokers owes you one. I have to go.” I end the call without looking away from him, his face cast in shadows from the dancing flames of the fire as he lights a cigarette.

He inhales and holds it in for a second too long before blowing the smoke towards my direction. Blue eyes hold mine without blinking and I swear I see a crack of a smile before he tosses the bud of his cigarette into the fire and walks back into the building without looking back.

I lean my shoulder against the garage door opening as the psychopath kid walks away, I rub my hand over my chest, the pressure tight.

Fucking Cruz.

Gazing around, I make sure my precious treasure isn’t hanging around with Cruz and sigh with relief when I don’t see her outside. Feeling my heart racing, I grab the chain-link above my head and close up the garage bay door before heading inside. I have to keep an eye on her at all times; something keeps telling me that she’s going to get hurt and I won’t be here to save her.

Impending doom.