I groan, and so do a few others. You can practically feel that damn pain. Tears are pouring from PP’s eyes, and he’s choking himself on the gag with all the screaming.

“It doesn’t feel good when your bottom half feels broken, or in your case is broken, does it?”

I can’t take my eyes off the crooked dick that’s blue and purple. I can’t believe she broke his dick.

“I’ll let you think on that pain for just a minute.” She giggles shaking her head. And it’s not the cute fluffy girl kinda giggling. It’s evil and malicious, and I shiver from the sound.

“Man,” Pyro says beside me.

“I’ve had almost two months to go over this exact moment with you PP. Two long months getting wasted outta my mind. Two long months plotting my revenge towards you and your father. I didn’t have to worry about your sister since I blew that bitch’s brains out, but you… let me tell you, you acted like you were my f**king friend…,” She trails off, fingering one of the utensils on the cart.

“Braxxon, this shit’s gone on long enough man. She’ll never forgive herself for this,” Sniper whisper growls.

“She’s a grown up, brother. She can make her own decisions.”

“I don’t do well with people out to hurt me. I’m a Belov; did you know that? Of course, you didn’t. Belov’s a pretty notorious name; you know us Russians can be some scary f**kers. I used to be this precious little thing… never did anything wrong, but that all changed when my father blew out my boyfriend’s brains right in front of me. To say that didn’t scar and corrupt me would be a lie. And that’s how Star was born. That man over there calls me Angel. But you know what? I don’t feel like being an Angel right now.”

Angel picks up the largest scalpel and walks back in front of him. She grabs his chin hard with her left hand.

“I want you to look at me while I do this. I want to see your damn pain,” she growls as she slices across his chest. More screams as she lets go of his face and steps back while the blood pours from his chest.

“Oops… I think I cut ya a little too deep. My bad.” She laughs.

Fuck if I were any other guy, I would be f**king scared of this bitch.

“She’s kinda frightening,” Rob says.

“I was just thinking the same shit.” I agree completely.

But as she sits down in the chair watching the blood pour from him as if she’s watching the rain on a window, I have a damn epiphany. She’s never going to be the girl I met that weekend. She’s changed and if I want her, I need to get over it.

A hand slaps my chest; I look over at Pyro, and he nods in her direction. “She’s eyeing the drum of oil.”

“What does she need…,” I trail off. “Oh.” She picked up an empty beer bottle and dipped it in the drum.

“Oh f**k, oh f**k,” Sniper groans.

Yeah, oh f**k is right. She walks up behind him again. When she jerks his head back with one hand and arches his body as he hangs, she whispers just loud enough for us to hear. “I was going to save this bit for your father, but I’m feeling like you need it too.” And she slams the beer bottle into his ass.

PP’s face turns red and he passes out as she lets go of his head and she shoves the bottle further up, grinding it in more. It’s taking a lot of her strength because her stance is stiff.

No one makes a damn sound including me. I’ve tortured motherfuckers countless times. I’ve cut off tongues, fingers and even large limbs, but what Angel just did has left me f**king speechless. She’s a damn woman out for blood, and it’s best to stay outta her f**king way.

My mouth hangs open as she strips the gloves off and walks them over to the trash and tosses them in before washing her hands at the industrial sink. When she turns off the water and makes her way over to me, I have nothing to say.

“I’m half better; now, do you have a smoke?” she asks.

Seriously? I start patting my pockets until I locate my cigs and I pull them out along with my Zippo.

She takes them and pushes me to the side as she hops up onto the carpenter table. She leans on one hand and crosses her legs, kicking her feet back and forth, as she uses her free hand to light a cigarette.

“I think I just fell in love with you,” I rush out.

Where the shit did that come from?

She just laughs, blowing smoke in my face. No one will be able to top this feeling ever. I’ve just met my match and my match is the new Angel.

“So… what now?” she asks.

“We kill him. Sure you don’t wanna do that?”

I mean shit, she did everything else.

“I’m sure.” She smiles. “I wanna go now.”

I turn to look at my brothers. With unspoken words I let them know to kill him and get rid of the body. When they get my look, I turn my attention back on my hell’s angel.

“Let’s go, Angel.”

19

Something happened in that warehouse. I felt as if I were reborn. Like this humongous dumbbell has been lifted off my chest, and I can finally breathe again. As I’m riding on the back of Braxxon’s bike with my arms wrapped around his middle and letting the wind blow across my face, I vow to live my life to the fullest. Whether it’s living in this lifestyle or another, I will continue to live. I still want Snake dead and something in the pit of my stomach says I just might get that wish. Braxxon’s right hand covers mine against his chest, and I smile against his back. Something tells me that Braxxon and I might just finally figure out what the hell we’re doing with one another. I swear I can hear country music playing in my head. The sappy kind that tells you your life and shit will go on.