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voice was impatient.
    A flicker of something, it might have been happiness, sparked in my chest. “Great. I’ll be right there.” There were few things in life that made me more excited than a human being completely at my mercy.
    “Just make sure the bitch suffers.”
    “Oh, I will.”
    Crash knew full well that I killed my victims to end their suffering. After breaking them down to a huddled, obedient mass, I had no use for them anymore.
    I already reaped my reward by hearing their screams stabbing my ears, by breaking them down so that I could shape them back together like wet clay. Their identity destroyed, I moved on to the next phase. The kill. It served two purposes. One, it satisfied my bloodlust. Two, it ended their suffering. I was not completely incapable of compassion.
    I was a god.
    The memories of all those quick, painless deaths made me swell with pride. I was good at what I did—sophisticated in my craft.
    I didn’t understand the anger in Crash’s voice. I knew that he was close to Ace, who died of a heart attack last year, but what did the bitch have to do with it? I tried to remember what Crash told me about her—that she was a junkie, a thief, and a liar.
    I don’t give a fuck what she’s done.
    It was a private thought, one that I would never share with anyone else, because they wouldn’t understand. I long since discarded the effort to understand why stealing was wrong.
    What the hell was right and wrong? If it was a feeling, then I lacked it. I finally decided that right and wrong were only rules established by the most powerful people.
    My motorcycle roared along the highway as I left my apartment for the club, the glorious excitement I felt so rarely ramping up in my abdomen. I weaved through the seedy streets of Victoria, and biked up the brown hills towards the pasture that held our clubhouse. It was a semi-removed location, which was strange because it was headquarters. One didn’t expect peace and quiet for a clubhouse with whoring and drinking, but it certainly had its uses. Really, it was a great place for me to train my subjects. A smile hitched on my face.
    The gates opened for me and I parked my bike along the others, flashing a grin at the curly-haired prospect who crossed his arms at me.
    “Spike,” I said as I cut the engine. “How’s it going?”
    He shrugged with a smirk on his face. “Oh, you know, just busy being the Dragon’s new bitch boy.” A limp, greasy rag hung from his pocket. I realized that my bike kicked up dust all over the bikes he just finished cleaning.
    “Sorry, bro.”
    “Next time, I’ll kick your fucking ass.”
    Coming from Spike, it was like a puppy showing his teeth.
    I raised an eyebrow at him, but Spike only laughed and stared back at me. I had to admire the balls on him. No one ever talked to me like that—like an equal. But I wasn’t one of those idiots who flipped the fuck out at every perceived slight. I liked the fact that he never tried to suck my cock. He was just an honest kid.
    Tank, the sergeant of arms, shoved Spike’s chest hard. “Show some fucking respect!”
    But Spike wouldn’t be humbled. His mischievous eyes danced to me as he raised his arms as if saying, “Who, me?”
    “Just leave the kid alone, Tank.” A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as Spike’s ridiculous face grinned at me. He was really the most annoying person in the world, but I liked him. I saw a bit of my fearlessness inside him.
    The clubhouse was in full swing as I walked inside. Club whores wearing nothing but pasties and G-strings eyed me hopefully, but I ignored them as I always did. Truth be told, I only fucked to alleviate the boredom in my life and to convince others that I wasn’t a faggot. Pussy did nothing for me most of the time.
    Crash sat on a barstool, sipping whiskey. When he saw me, he slid off the stood and threw his arm over my shoulders. “Cain, we shoved that little bitch in the cell for you—in the dark, just like