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Story: Creed's Vengeance
No amount of prayers asking for forgiven would save a soul, once it twisted. Some pray just to clear their mind, of the guilt that eats their conscience. I learnt quickly, it wasn’t praying that saved you—it’s accepting the deeds done and dealing with the infliction of the consequences it does to ones mind.
Any man that takes a life of another, decides through their actions if their life is lost with the life they take. The weighs of ending a life, never lift to a degree. But the madness and guilt it can do, is up to you. When it came down to it, I took that life—and I wouldn’t let them take my soul.
A coldness, a detachment creeps through you, regardless of your decision. For how can one love me, when all I bring is cruelty and death to those around me?
Nothing showed the destruction, quit like the wrath of my family was doing to my club. Hades started the war, but I was leading it. Slater’s words continued to be on repeat within my mind. He would take Holly from me. My parents would take her in the name of the cause. However Slater, he’d just take her from me—for the sake of watching me suffer.
I needed to keep her as distant as possible. I couldn’t have the consequences of my wrath in this war, come back to her. I know that Hades would agree. His family’s safety would always be the highest priority. So, I believed I had made the right decision when I forced her out of the firing range.
For my love for her, outweighed common sense. And the one thing, this war needed—was a clear mind. I couldn’t make decisions blinded by my want and need for Holly Kincaid.
When I arrived back from seeing Slater at the gas station. I knew within a road mile of leaving him. He’s target would be on Holly, until I proved that my heart wasn’t with her.
So, I forced her away. Hard. Cruel, even.
And now within the small hours of the morning, nothing but madness and chaos ripped through my mind. I hadn’t seen her in three days. For three days, she hadn’t left one of the spare dorm rooms.
There were guards on every exit of the clubhouse. She hadn’t been spotted.
Regret swirled with white boiling panic, as I recalled her mental state before her nephew and sister was taken. She had been through a lot, dealing with her father and brother’s health. Holly was fragile, and I felt like my actions could be the undoing to her sanity.
I know I shouldn’t be here. Yet here I was, standing outside her dorm room. With only one thought in mind. Was she okay? Had I pushed her too far away?
My hand went to the handle, and I twisted open. I didn’t know and I just let myself. Regret did fill me, only concern when I spotted the bed empty. My eyes flashed to the bathroom door, seeing the light through the gap of the door.
At first, I freeze, because Holly had a tainted history with bathrooms. But my frozen state slipped quickly when I realized she could be dead or dying on the other side of that door.
“Holly!” I shouted as I pushed open the door, half breaking the lock as in a panic I didn’t open it properly. I burst in to find an empty room.
At first, I feel relief. But then, very quickly, that white boiling panic is running through my body again. Where the fuck is she?
“She’s with her sisters,”
I turned. Fuck me. It was Hades. Will a fragile looking Hades. He took the cigarette from his lips. “I’ve been handling shit from a far. Church meeting tomorrow.”
With that said, he walked back out.
Hades was back.
Kobra and Hades were back at the table. While I might be wearing the vice patch, I was ready to hand it in. The table emptied. Hades wanted to have a word and Kobra being the son of Hades didn’t leave the room.
“So, Hades, what is it? Stripping me of the patch? I failed to protect your family. I failed to keep the club running.” I looked him in the eyes.
Hades was still bruised, and his throat was horse from his treatment.
“You did good Creed.” He said something I wasn’t expecting.
“You handled my mess. You protected Holly, by taking care of Trey. That was never expected. Kobra told me what happened, and the rumors of how you took care of the situation. You didn’t fail to protect my daughters and grandson. They were taken because of me and I have did a deal, to get them back. That you need to hear.” Hades leaned back in his chair. “Your family want you back.”
I was waiting for the catch.
“So, you traded their freedom, for mine.” My family always knew how to force a hand if they had to. “Let me guess, no war and your club and family are safe. If I go back to them?”
Hades looked down at the table. “Yes.”
“If I don’t go back?”
“They will murder everyone of my family members and tear the club apart. But. . . I’m not one to be threatened and take a deal.” He looked up and at me. “I want you to go back to your family. As an informer for the club. I want you to be loyal. I know you hate them as much as us. But I also know, you are at the risk of being blinded by your bloodline.”
Any man that takes a life of another, decides through their actions if their life is lost with the life they take. The weighs of ending a life, never lift to a degree. But the madness and guilt it can do, is up to you. When it came down to it, I took that life—and I wouldn’t let them take my soul.
A coldness, a detachment creeps through you, regardless of your decision. For how can one love me, when all I bring is cruelty and death to those around me?
Nothing showed the destruction, quit like the wrath of my family was doing to my club. Hades started the war, but I was leading it. Slater’s words continued to be on repeat within my mind. He would take Holly from me. My parents would take her in the name of the cause. However Slater, he’d just take her from me—for the sake of watching me suffer.
I needed to keep her as distant as possible. I couldn’t have the consequences of my wrath in this war, come back to her. I know that Hades would agree. His family’s safety would always be the highest priority. So, I believed I had made the right decision when I forced her out of the firing range.
For my love for her, outweighed common sense. And the one thing, this war needed—was a clear mind. I couldn’t make decisions blinded by my want and need for Holly Kincaid.
When I arrived back from seeing Slater at the gas station. I knew within a road mile of leaving him. He’s target would be on Holly, until I proved that my heart wasn’t with her.
So, I forced her away. Hard. Cruel, even.
And now within the small hours of the morning, nothing but madness and chaos ripped through my mind. I hadn’t seen her in three days. For three days, she hadn’t left one of the spare dorm rooms.
There were guards on every exit of the clubhouse. She hadn’t been spotted.
Regret swirled with white boiling panic, as I recalled her mental state before her nephew and sister was taken. She had been through a lot, dealing with her father and brother’s health. Holly was fragile, and I felt like my actions could be the undoing to her sanity.
I know I shouldn’t be here. Yet here I was, standing outside her dorm room. With only one thought in mind. Was she okay? Had I pushed her too far away?
My hand went to the handle, and I twisted open. I didn’t know and I just let myself. Regret did fill me, only concern when I spotted the bed empty. My eyes flashed to the bathroom door, seeing the light through the gap of the door.
At first, I freeze, because Holly had a tainted history with bathrooms. But my frozen state slipped quickly when I realized she could be dead or dying on the other side of that door.
“Holly!” I shouted as I pushed open the door, half breaking the lock as in a panic I didn’t open it properly. I burst in to find an empty room.
At first, I feel relief. But then, very quickly, that white boiling panic is running through my body again. Where the fuck is she?
“She’s with her sisters,”
I turned. Fuck me. It was Hades. Will a fragile looking Hades. He took the cigarette from his lips. “I’ve been handling shit from a far. Church meeting tomorrow.”
With that said, he walked back out.
Hades was back.
Kobra and Hades were back at the table. While I might be wearing the vice patch, I was ready to hand it in. The table emptied. Hades wanted to have a word and Kobra being the son of Hades didn’t leave the room.
“So, Hades, what is it? Stripping me of the patch? I failed to protect your family. I failed to keep the club running.” I looked him in the eyes.
Hades was still bruised, and his throat was horse from his treatment.
“You did good Creed.” He said something I wasn’t expecting.
“You handled my mess. You protected Holly, by taking care of Trey. That was never expected. Kobra told me what happened, and the rumors of how you took care of the situation. You didn’t fail to protect my daughters and grandson. They were taken because of me and I have did a deal, to get them back. That you need to hear.” Hades leaned back in his chair. “Your family want you back.”
I was waiting for the catch.
“So, you traded their freedom, for mine.” My family always knew how to force a hand if they had to. “Let me guess, no war and your club and family are safe. If I go back to them?”
Hades looked down at the table. “Yes.”
“If I don’t go back?”
“They will murder everyone of my family members and tear the club apart. But. . . I’m not one to be threatened and take a deal.” He looked up and at me. “I want you to go back to your family. As an informer for the club. I want you to be loyal. I know you hate them as much as us. But I also know, you are at the risk of being blinded by your bloodline.”