Mike
The only sound in this whole clubhouse is the clinking of my boots on the hardwood floors, pacing back and forth in front of the bar. The guys that live here have all left earlier today to visit with their families – thank God for that. They would have all been up in my face about what just happened.
I've taken lives before, but not while they were restrained. I've killed in self-defense, and I've killed out of retaliation. I've never killed a kid, though. What have I done? I groan into my hands then kick my head back. This is a frikken mess.
The car I've been waiting for pulls up, and within seconds the man barges through the doors. "What happened?" he asks with authority; his brown eyes are wide in suspense.
I don't say anything; I just motion with my hand for him to tail behin
