Page 56 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

He snorts, not the least bit amused. “No, fucker, I’m promisin’ you.

Be nice or I’ll cut your nuts. Man up. Work through your shit and stop playin’ games.

You’re better than that. You’ve stalked her through the damn cameras for months.

Enjoy the real thing or get the fuck out and be a miserable prick for all of eternity while we take care of what’s ours. ”

It’s like that? I challenge.

“Yeah, brother. It’s like that. We all have demons.

Or whatever you wanna call ‘em. They ain’t fixed.

They won’t ever be gone. But I lost her once, and that was enough to screw my head on straight.

Or as straight as it can get. My hangups aren’t her burden to bear all the time.

Neither are yours. She came to you. She sucked you.

She kissed you. The way I see it, she’s puttin’ in all this work for someone who tried to kill himself, ‘cause he doesn’t think she deserves him.

Maybe she can decide that for herself. Yeah? ”

That’s rich comin’ from a man who cuts her on a daily. Didn’t you nail her inside a coffin?

“I did. I fucked up. I was manic, and I’ll be manic again. We all know I will. It happens. But I’m doin’ what I can to be better.”

Have you been readin’ some of Rot’s self-help books?

“No, asshole. You know I don’t like to read. But when I’m building, I listen to podcasts.”

I’m no one, I remind him.

I offer nothing.

I am nothing.

“That’s nonsense.” Coffin scoffs. “You’re Necro, our club president, who has been doing a piss-poor job for the past few months.

You’re Azrael, our brother, our leader… and you’re alive.

You died on that table and were brought back to life.

Doesn’t that purify you? Isn’t that how this shit’s supposed to work?

You absolve the sin and move the hell on? Say a bunch of Hail Marys. ”

He doesn’t get it. Nobody fuckin’ gets it.

You know I’m not Catholic, asshole. And I still look like this. I point to my ugly mug. My… everything.

“And? She still likes it. Shouldn’t she know what she’s attracted to?”

I…

Fuck him.

I can’t eat her pussy.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t taste it.”

My fingers are too rough. I lift my hands to show the proof. I rubbed them raw, down to the bone. They don’t belong anywhere near someone as precious as her.

“And I carve her skin and drink her blood,” Coffin volleys, always having a smartass reply for everything I say. “She doesn’t give a fuck about some rough fingers. Mine aren’t any better… and yet she’s still sucking my cock and loving it.”

To prove some jacked-up point, Coffin grips a handful of Sola’s curly hair and pulls her off his cock with a wet pop . She groans and roots around like she wants more, and he chuckles warmly as he rubs his cock head across her cherry red lips. “Do you need me, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Please,” Sola whimpers.

“Do you wanna suck Necro like this?”

“Yes,” she rasps with her eyes closed.

“How’d it feelin’ havin’ him cum in your mouth today?” Coffin asks, crossing a damn line.

“I loved it,” she purrs, licking her lips.

“How’d you like seein’ him without his mask?”

“He’s hot.”

“Good girl.” Rot reaches over and helps lower Sola down Coffin’s cock. “That’s it. Take him. Thank you for answering our questions. Now get some more rest.”

She nods and sighs in relief as she drifts back to sleep without a care in the world, Coffin nestled in her pretty mouth.

I’m envious.

I shouldn’t be.

It shouldn’t matter.

But fuck… I…

“Just try,” Rot pleads. “Put your issues aside, ignore them, beat ‘em down, do whatever you gotta do for a month. Just a month. Be with her. Let her decide what she wants. If you still want to die by then, I’ll kill you myself.”

“No,” Coffin barks, not down with Rot’s offer.

Me? I’m relieved he cares enough to give me this, even though I know it goes against his principles. Rot’s compassion loosens a knot in my chest. To go peacefully with my brothers is the way I want to die.

Their eyes are the last I want to see.

When it’s time to go, I need them to let me.

Hands tucked behind his head, Rot lolls it to the side to look at Coffin. “Yes. Brother. You’re talkin’ about Sola and her freedom of choice and shit. Necro gets the same respect. If he wants to die, we help him. Just like he helps us. We support his decision.”

“I don’t support that.”

Rot’s lips purse together, pissed Coffin isn’t backing him up. “Well, two out of three is two-thirds, so your opinion doesn’t matter.”

“We vote as a club,” Coffin grumbles. “Nobody is gonna agree to that. ”

“We vote as a unit. A family. This ain’t the club. This is our future together…” Rot’s gaze cuts to me. “Now. Are you in or not? One month. Take it or leave it. But you have to promise to try.”

And if I wanna go, you won’t stop me, I check to be certain.

“No. I won’t,” Rot promises.

“I will,” Coffin adds.

Rot shoves him in the shoulder. “He won’t.”

Coffin retaliates with a solid punch to the ribs. “Fuck you. We’re supposed to die in bed together. All four of us.”

Wait.

I frown and sign, We are ?

“Yeah, fucker. We are.”

To lift our spirits, Rot does what he does best and sits up in bed and claps his hands like a damn child. “Then I guess we make this one helluva a month, so our pretty redhead wants to stay with us forever, say I do , and our prez doesn’t wanna be turned into worm food.”

“I hate this shit.” Coffin flips us off, and I chuckle, expecting him to put up a bigger fight. Yet, I’m relieved he isn’t.

Putting on the best pathetic, puppy-eyed show, Rot clasps him on the shoulder. “Come on, brother. Please, work with me here.”

Cursing under his breath, Coffin shrugs Rot off. “Fuck… Fine. A month.”

Our dark-haired brother smirks, knowing he’s won, and swings his attention to me. “Do you also agree? One month.”

Closing my eyes, I dip my head in acquiescence .

One month.

For them.

In a month, Sola will be free. Living a full life with my brothers, and I’ll be gone.

One month left to live.

How hard could it be?

For her. For them.

I’ll do anything.

Including die.

I am forever no one.

I am nothing.

And she’s the queen who shall take over my throne.