Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Gettin’ old man,” I tease him, and he gives me the finger as Saint bangs on the door
“Will you three hurry the fuck up.”
“Give us a minute! Fuck man” Slice says, and we watch as he fucks the chick's face, and he comes down her throat, he steps back tuckin’ his dick in as she stands up smilin’
“You’ve got two minutes then I’m leaving,” he says through the door, and I open it, Cookie placin’ his arm over the chick’s neck talkin’ to her about the wake tomorrow invitin’ her
“Here” Cookie throws his shirt on the counter and Saint looks at it
“I’m not payin’ for your shit, pay for it yourself,” Saint tells him payin’ for his own shirt and walkin’ out, we all pay for the shirts we’ve chosen and head outside Cookie still holdin’ the chick
“Are you sure you don’t want to party?” she asks Saint
“No,” he tells her startin’ his bike, Cookie kisses her on the hand, and she giggles, chicks eat up the gentlemen gesture and I shake my head at him, fuckers smooth I’ll give him that
“See ya round doll,” he says as we all pull out and head back to the clubhouse.
Chapter Seven
Ella
I stay in my room most of the morning going through Brayden’s things, a few things I never want to see, but others like the box of photos he had was great. Going through them, I find pictures of us as kids with Grammy, swimming at the lake, him teaching me how to drive our lives in a series of a few photos. There were also photos of him and his club and the life he had with them all. One thing that I noticed was in every single picture he was laughing, tears run down my face as photo after photo of my brother and the life I never knew and how much he loved it. As I stare up at the ceiling, I remember Brayden, memories flood my mind of us as kids. I get up needing some fresh air and walk down the stairs, all the girls are in the kitchen, and the clubhouse is full of people, I head to the door and run into more men. The compound now overflowing and I walk to the gate needing to just move.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?” one of the Prospects asks me
“Just for a walk.”
“Don’t be long,” he tells me as I step out of the compound and breath, the sound of all the men talking and laughing is like nails on a chalkboard I just need some space. I look left, then right and turn to the right and start walking.
I walk for so long ending up at the cemetery, they’ve never scared me even as a kid. I always found them to be peaceful, where other kids would tell spooky stories and dare you to go into the graveyard it was never something I found frightening. I walk around the graves reading headstone after headstone wondering what these people’s lives were like, what they were like when they were alive, were they good people like my brother.
“Earl Stretton Beloved Husband” I look at his age 72. “What was your life like Earl?” I ask out loud. I look around but don’t see his wife’s grave. Maybe she’s buried somewhere else, I read old markers that are so old the writing is almost unreadable. As I move closer to the side of the cemetery it’s fenced off from the rest, I look up and see the Devils Soldiers emblem, I walk in and see the two holes perfect rectangles, and I lay down between them looking up at the sky and tears slide down my face
“It’s a beautiful sky Brayden.” I listen to the birds chirping the wind blowing and close my eyes, the peace of the cemetery relaxing me.
“Ah hem,” someone says, and I open my eyes to see a man in overalls standing there “Miss you can’t be here,” he tells me, and I stand up brushing down my jeans
“I just wanted to see” the guy looks at me than the two holes
“This part of the cemetery is private miss, you shouldn’t be here.”
“I know,” he nods, understanding I think and walks off, leaving me, I walk out not looking back knowing I’ll be back tomorrow anyway. As I get to the gates of the clubhouse, the Prospect opens the gate for me
“I told you not to be long,” he says, sounding and looking annoyed at me and Joe comes to mind the look of I’m fucking pissed and ‘your gonna pay for pissing me off’ look, I look down at my feet and I hear him sigh
“I just needed a walk” I whisper “I’m sorry I won’t do it again” I look up at him as he just stands there staring at me