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to stutter an apology, but I yanked the tie even tighter. He struggled to breathe. The tips of his shoes tap-danced on the ground, desperate for purchase.
     
    “It means I could kill you right now and every single person in this bar would testify that you put this knife in your own throat.” I waggled a blade in front of him. “It means you are a piece of shit. It means this: Do. Not. Fuck with me.”
     
    I dropped him. He fell to his knees, sobbing. He’d even wet himself, I saw. I stepped over his huddled body, disgusted.
     
    People are so weak, I thought to myself as I stalked out of the bar. No backbone. Nothing to stand for. Buncha pussies, all of them.
     
    I swung my leg over my bike and kicked the engine starter. It came to life with a thunderous roar. I smiled, letting the vibration work its calming magic over my bones. This is where I belong , I thought as I took off down the blacktop.
     
    But then, just when I thought the drink and the fight and the bike had brought me back to my happy place, there was that damned voice again.
     
    I know who you really are, Blaze.
     
    I growled audibly to myself as I biked into the distance.
     
    “Fuck off.”
     
     
    The clubhouse had mostly cleared out by the time I made it back. I pushed through the doors, clawing for something more to drink, but the bar was barren.
     
    “Yo, brother, come back here. Hang out with us,” called Ember from the back. I looked over my shoulder to see him slumped back on the couch, a girl curled up on either side of him, each stroking his chest. He dangled a full beer in my direction.
     
    I stumbled my way towards him. I was trying as hard as I could not to think about marriage. I didn’t want this shit, I didn’t need this shit. I needed to be as far away from people as I could, not swapping vows about keeping one bitch by my side for the rest of eternity. How did I end up in this goddamn trap?
     
    I pulled up a chair and snatched the beer from Ember. He laughed as I gulped it down, but goddamn did I need more. Anything to silence the chaos running through my brain.
     
    “Rough night, brother?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. I just stared at him. He knew damn well what I was feeling. “Tell you what,” he offered, pushing one of the girls towards me. “Take this one. I like the blonde better anyway.” I looked at the girl he was shoving in my direction.
     
    By any objective measures, she was fine as hell. Big, full lips that would look nice wrapped around my cock, an ass just begging for a nice red hand print on either cheek. Her eyes were half-lidded with a combination of raw desire and the drugs coursing through her system. She was ripe for the taking. In other words, standard clubhouse fare.
     
    But right now, I didn’t want anything to do with her. “Fuck that,” I told him. “Not even an appetite for pussy right now.”
     
    “Hey, you’ll be fine,” he counseled. Ember was a young kid, fresh and wild. He was still buzzing around with balls full of testosterone, trying to shoot a load in or on every bitch he came across. Every brother had gone through the same phase, of course. It was part of the process.
     
    “Marriage ain’t so bad,” he said.
     
    “Ain’t so bad? What could possibly be worse?” I mumbled, bringing the bottle back up to my lips.
     
    “Could be an ugly bitch you’re marrying.” He laughed. “At least this one’s a dime.”
     
    “How the hell do you know what she looks like?” I asked him. “I don’t even know who the bitch is.”
     
    Ember was drunk. He’d started to snooze in between sips of his beer.
     
    “Yo, wake up,” I snapped at him, smacking him lightly in the face a couple times. “Answer me. How do you know what she looks like?”
     
    His voice was drowsy with sleep. “’Cause everyone knows that Luke Morris’ sister is a sexy piece of ass,” he said.
     
    My stomach dropped and my balls leaped up into my throat.
     
    He went on. “My boy up in Austin