Author: Claire Adams
Category: Young Adult
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They had him on the floor of the living room. Blood stained the floor around him, and I could see boot marks where the boys had stepped in it. The man was wearing a motorcycle jacket with the Knights’ colors emblazoned on the back. He was a heavyset man with a huge beard that covered half his face. He had an old scar across his face and several new ones on his arms.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
He was bleeding from a gunshot wound to the stomach. It had apparently missed all his major organs, however, because he was alert and looking around with uncertainty.
“Fuck you,” he answered back.
I kicked him in the leg, and he jerked and grunted in pain. I could tell that he was trying not to cry out in pain. He didn’t want to show weakness to any of us, and on another day, I might have had a grudging respect for that. But today, I just wanted to get the answers I needed and then kill him with my bare hands.
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“You better loosen that jaw,” I said. “Or else you’re going to die a painful death.”
“I’m going to die anyway,” he spat at me.
“True,” I nodded, bending down to the ground so that I was at eye level with him. “But don’t underestimate the peace of a clean death. Too many people do.”
“Fuck you,” he said again.
I pushed my hand right into his gunshot wound and unable to hold it in, he screamed in agony. I pulled my hand away and punched him lightly in the face.
“Let’s try that again, shall we?” I said, with menace in my tone. “Tell me why you were sent here for Mila?”
“Why do you think?” he grunted at me. “She is his property, and you are a thief.”
“We don’t live in the age of slavery anymore motherfucker,” I shot back. “In any case… whom are you talking about?”
“Ghost.”
“Ghost?” I said, raising my eyebrows. “Walter Black.”
“That’s not his name.”
“Then what is?”
“Ghost,” he repeated.
I punched him in the face again, and this time he didn’t even bother to right himself. He lay there on the floor spread eagled and panting with pain.
“Godwin sent you?” I demanded.
“No.”
“No?” I said. “You take your orders from Godwin?”
“I take my orders from Ghost.”
I frowned. “You’re wearing the Knights’ colors.”
“There’s a new second-in-command,” he replied.
“The second,” I said, under my breath. “That’s why no one had heard of him before now.What is he really after?” I asked.
“Fuck you,” he said again.
This time, I punched him so hard, his head fell back unconscious, and I knew he would bleed out and die within the hour.
“What should we do?” Lonny asked as they surrounded his body.
“Let him die,” I said, before walking out the door.