Wild ridge

~death~ Another f****d-up day, as usual. I sighed as I cleaned the blood off my hands. I stared down at the whimpering coward kneeling on the floor in front of me, begging for his life. “Please! Please!” he kept repeating. “Shut the f**k up,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. “You and I both know you’re not going anywhere. The only time you’re leaving this place is in a body bag.” I watched him whimper in fear, savoring the moment. “Now, Dean, let’s begin, shall we?” I watched as he pissed himself, trying to scramble away from me. “Tell me what I need to know, and I’ll make your death painless.” Dean whimpered, shaking his head vigorously. “I can’t. They will kill me!” I clicked my tongue at his response. “Oh, Dean, I guess they didn’t tell you. You’re dead either way.” I stepped closer, letting my words sink in. “My name is Death, and your little gang messed with the wrong MC club. Wild Ridge is not to be f****d with.” I stared into his face as a look of horror overtook him. If he wasn’t completely scared before, he was downright terrified now. I smiled down at him. A few hours later, after lots of begging and pleading, I made my way back upstairs. As I reached the top, I came face-to-face with Lightning. “Is it done?” he asked, giving me a steely look. I simply nodded and continued walking. When I reached the front of the clubhouse, the rest of the guys and women were gathered, waiting for me. “Is it done?” Ace asked, his eyes scanning my face. I nodded, my expression giving nothing away. “It’s done.” The tension in the air eased slightly as the group exchanged glances. Some looked relieved, while others looked resolute. Lightning stepped forward, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Good job,” he said, his voice low and firm. “Wild Ridge doesn’t tolerate betrayal.” As the group started to disperse, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to see Jax. “You good?” he asked quietly. I nodded again, though the weight of the day was starting to settle in. “Yeah. I’m good.” Jax smiled. “Well, go get cleaned up then. You actually look like death.” He eyed me up and down, amusement flickering in his eyes. I had forgotten I was covered in sweat and blood. Making my way to my room in the clubhouse, I noticed most people avoided looking at me. Their eyes slid away, probably because of my terrifying appearance. Once inside my room, I stripped off my clothes, the smell of blood and sweat hitting me hard. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the grime. After cleaning up, I decided to head back downstairs. When I reached the main area, everyone was drinking and flirting with the club women. I was just about to head outside when the most breathtaking sight stopped me in my tracks. A beautiful woman stepped through the door. She was slim, with curves in all the right places. Her red hair blew in the wind, giving her an almost angelic look as she made her way inside the clubhouse. She moved with purpose, heading straight toward the president’s office. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Curiosity and intrigue sparked inside me. Who was she, and what business did she have with the prez? I watched as she knocked on the office door and disappeared inside, leaving me standing there with my mind racing. Instead of heading out, I decided to plant my ass at the bar and wait for the pretty redhead. Spider slid me a beer as I kept my eyes glued to the president’s door. “So, Death, what’s up?” Drift asked, taking a seat right next to me. I grunted in response, my focus unmoving as I sipped my beer. The clubhouse buzzed with the usual noise, but my mind was locked on that door. I couldn’t stop wondering what business the redhead had with the prez and who exactly she was. “Seriously, Death, you couldn’t have made a bigger mess down there in the cells?” Ironhead shouted as he passed by the bar area. “It’s f*****g disgusting. I almost feel sorry for the poor bastard.” I barely glanced his way, my eyes still fixed on the president’s door. “Just doing my job,” I muttered, taking another sip of my beer.