Violet. The leather backpack filled with my belongings is sitting on the bed while I pull on my boots and secure my gun and hunter knife. Haru had given them back the moment we stepped into my room. It had only taken me ten minutes to pick up the clothes scattered around the small room and pack them. Haru's things were still in the shopping bags, so we only had to put those in the new small duffel bag we got yesterday. "You ready?" Haru asks after I put on my last shoe. I nod and swing my backpack over my shoulder. I take one final look around the room I've been staying in for the past few weeks, then open the door. I meet my brother downstairs-but I walk right past him. The more I think about this situation, the angrier I become. Just because he's the President of this goddamn club doesn't mean he has the right to know everything about my life whenever he decides it's convenient. Yes, he saw my scars. Yes, maybe he's worried about me. But kicking me out just because he wanted to understand my pain? My darkness? My hell? No. I wonder if I could forgive him for this. But then I realize-there's nothing to forgive. Right now, my brother means nothing to me. Just a blood tie. He doesn't have my trust; we hadn't even begun building any kind of relationship. He hasn't broken anything he could fix. I walk out of the compound, ignoring everyone the same way I ignored him, and load my bag and Haru's duffel into the saddlebags on my bike. Haru slides on behind me and we ride off-without looking back. It took Haru and me a week to find the apartment, only a couple of blocks from the club compound. We both had a lot of money saved from the odd jobs we used to do when we first got out of our heil, so we were able to buy the place. The apartment was nice-spacious, and in a pretty good neighborhood. The walls were pure white, with dark hardwood floors throughout. Three bedrooms with walk-in closets, two bathrooms, a big living room, and an open kitchen. We also had a balcony with a large glass sliding door. It was on the fourth floor, and thankfully, the elevator worked. There was even a swimming pool in the back and parking underneath the building This was probably the best place we've ever lived-and I could tell Haru was excited. The day after we moved in, our furniture was delivered a big six person black leather couch, a huge plasma TV, black leather dining chairs, and two queen size beds with mattresses. We also bought tableware and towels Haru picked up a massive stereo set-one that's bound to piss off the neighbors- and two laptops Not long after we finished unpacking someone knocked at the door I opened it to see tren and Wilhelm. Wilhelm looked pissed. Iren, as usual, was grinning "What the hell are you doing? You've got a hole in your leg, three broken ribs, and you're what? Actually 1/4 < Killer's Confusion moving into an apartment?" Wilhelm scolded. I almost wanted to laugh and tell him he was cute for worrying-but I knew better. +15 Points "Sorry, but I couldn't leave Haru to do everything on her own," I say, trying (and failing) to look sweet. Iren slaps a hand over his mouth, trying to hide a laugh, and walks in. "Sure, come in," Haru says sarcastically from the kitchen. Wilhelm steps in and closes the door behind him. "Sit down," he orders, pointing at the couch. I bite my lip to stop a retort and obey. He checks me over, humming and nodding-obviously pleased with my healing. "Everything looks good. How's your breathing? Any problems?" "Pretty normal, I guess," I reply. Haru jumps onto the couch beside me, grinning from ear to ear. "Happy?" I ask, smiling at her. I adore happy Haru. I wish she smiled more. Her grin gets even wider as she grabs the remote and turns on the TV. "Netflix?" she asks. I nod, watching as Iren sits unusually close to her. I can tell he likes her more than just as a friend. "Has my brother calmed down at all?" I ask after the first episode of Mindhunter ends. Iren nods once. Wilhelm just grunts. "Okay..?" "He'll probably visit you soon. Killer tried to talk some sense into his stubborn head," Wilhelm explains. I tilt my head, confused. "Killer hates me?" I half-ask. Iren chuckles, looking me in the eye. "Killer's hard to figure out. But you know as well as the rest of us-he's been watching you like a hawk. I don't know his backstory, but I know he f*****g hates women. Still… he's interested in you. Don't ask me why. Hell, don't ask him why-he probably doesn't even understand what's happening to himself." Wilhelm laughs and nods in agreement. "Beware of the madman," he jokes. I smack his arm and lean back into the smooth leather, focusing on the next episode of Mindhunter. Killer. I've been pissed off all week, and I keep denying the reason. It's not because that girl is gone. No way it's her fault. I'm pissed that those p***y-ass Road Riders had the balls to shoot at my brothers-in a goddamn 2/4 < Killer's Confusion mall. And Violet. They shot Violet. +15 Points > I don't give a f**k. But they shot the little sister of the f*****g President. I hate her. So I don't give a f**k that she got shot. But she's the President's sister. But I definitely don't give a f**k. I grab Wilhelm's bottle sitting in front of me and down it, feeling the burn scorch my throat. I welcome it. Welcome the dizziness that comes with being drunk. "Hey." I glance to my left. A girl's standing there. She looks vaguely familiar. "Uhm, I don't know if you remember me, but you uhm-" she stammers. I take another bottle-this one on the other side of the bar-and open it, sipping as I debate what to do with her. She's barely legal. I wonder why girls like her come to places like this. "Do you want some company?" she asks, biting her lip and looking up at me, trying to look innocent and seductive. ******g hell. Girls like this shouldn't be allowed near me. I'll f**k her up for life. I push off the bar, intending to walk away, but she grabs my arm. "Please? I'll be good," she whispers. Done with the whole interaction, I grab her arm roughly and drag her upstairs. I don't bother to be nice. I shove her into one of the empty rooms and slam the door shut. Everything's a blur. I'm struggling to stay upright. I lean against the wall and stare at her. She's smiling as she steps closer, reaching for my neck. I kick her legs out from under her and watch her fall. "I don't f**k. Just keep your mouth open. Don't touch me, don't talk to me, and don't f*****g cry-during or after," I growl, unzipping. She tries to look brave, but I can see the fear, especially when I pull out my c**k. I'm not obsessed with size like the other guys, but I know I'm well above average. A chick once vomited on me-it was disgusting. I fist her hair and shove her toward me. She whimpers, but I don't care. She came on to me. She wanted this. Her mouth wraps around me. The warmth makes me gag. I start thrusting hard, needing release. Then she starts struggling-heaving, nails digging into my skin. Tears stream down her face. Clicking my tongue, I shove her back. She lands hard. "I don't know what the f**k you thought this was, but if you can't handle it, get lost. This isn't the place to fulfill your danger kink." < Killer's Confusion I zip up and she scrambles out, nearly tripping over junk on the floor. She slams the door behind her. +15 Points > I run a hand through my hair and cross the hall to my room. I slam and lock the door, pacing like a madman. Eventually, I collapse on the bed, pull out my phone-it's not even midnight-and growl, throwing it aside. After splashing cold water on my face in the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror. Then I decide. I grab my phone, stomp out, and head for the exit. Linch is holding the crying girl. I ignore everyone calling my name, hop on my bike, and head straight to the apartment complex Wilhelm told me about. He gave me a sly look when he told me-like he knew what was in my head before I did. I park and lean on my bike, staring at the building. After about twenty minutes, I climb the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I find the door and raise my fist. I knock-loud and insistent-until someone opens it. f**k me. She's even more beautiful now. Her dreads are tied up in a messy knot, her face makeup-free, her piercings glinting in the dim light. She's nearly naked-black lace panties and some kind of lacy sports bra. I don't know. I know nothing about women's clothing. "What the f**k are you doing here?" she asks coldly.