Prologue 0.8

Konrad

I stared at the glass bottles that laid across the coffee table. The cigarette butt lying idly on the filled ashtray. The burn in my chest was incomparable to the embers burning the tobacco. My eyes burned as the memory of her swept my mind once more, and I reached out for the burning cancer stick, inhaling copious amounts to rid the throbbing pain in my chest.

My dear sweet Angelina.

A loud pounding reached my ears and I turned glancing at the front door. It was probably Sinister coming to tell me to get my ass off the couch again.

The man was a great VP, but he needed to know his place.

I stayed quiet as the pounding grew louder and Sinister's voice increased tenfold. I sighed, inhaling a drag and picked up the half full beer bottle from the side table.

A slow smile stretched onto my face as the pounding of his fist faded away. I sipped idly on the lukewarm beer, relaxing back into the worn out leather couch. This is what Sinister did almost everyday. Pound on my door demanding to see my face whilst I'd just sit here ignoring him, hopefully for the rest of my life.

I didn't even know if I was ready to go back to the club, the same life I lived with Angelina by my side. Everywhere I walked I saw her, in that bar, in the chapel, in the clubhouse. I saw her everywhere. Which was why I packed up my things and moved to an apartment. I didn't want to be constantly reminded of my failure to her. How I couldn't do the one thing I promised her I would; keep her safe.

Sure, I love my club. They were my brothers. Few of us grew up together and we understand the consequences that came with being part of the club. But it still eats you alive to know you couldn't do a damn thing about it.

So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I shut down.

I was grateful for Sinister being my VP and acting President during this time. I was not ready to step back and take over. Not at all.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the apartment and I immediately stood up, pulling my gun off the table and aiming it at whoever just bust down my door. My vision hazed and I swayed a little before I recognized the familiar owner of the midnight hair and ice blue eyes glaring at me.

"Are you fucking deaf? I've been banging on this door for so fucking long!" Sin roared, panting as the wood creaked from his weight on top of it.

I sighed, lowering my gun and grumbled out. "What the fuck do you want?"

Sin raised an eyebrow and his eyes did a quick sweep of my place. He whistled slowly, crossing his arms. "This place could really see better days,"

I grunted, rolling my eyes and turned away from him. I was not in the fucking mood.

"But since we have more pressing matters. I thought you should know, that we found him," he spoke sternly.

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