Bloody Screams | Hellion MC #1 ✔️ [GALATEA]

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I had missed the funeral and missing a brother's funeral is nothing but a disrespect to the family. However, I do have some excuse including the part where I've been through hell for the past two years. It isn't pretty as it sounds and well, there's nothing really pretty about the life we all live.

Better not waste more time then. I kick open the door to the club house, knowing that it's not locked since it's The Gathering which is a fancy way of saying that it's a goodbye party to the brother we all just lost. Armstrong. The man was more like my father than a brother. He took care of me, brought me here in the Hellion, and showed me the ropes of everything with the promise of being part of the family. 

The whole place not only was too loud for my taste but also smelled of different kinds of alcohol that it almost made me grimace. From the looks of the wet cemented floor, they already poured out one for Armstrong. Some of the alcohol had already surrounded my combat boots, I hissed shaking some of it off. Obviously, it was a lost cause doing it. Tomorrow, I thought, tomorrow I'll just wipe it all off or ask one of the trainees to do it.

"Well, I'll be fucking damned." Derek, known as Poison, smiled at me, pulling away from one of the women's grasps and stalked over me and gave me a huge hug. "Didn't think you were going to show up, Banshee."

He had said the Banshee too loud because the murmur along the place fell into a deep silent. When we parted, he just shrugged at me and gave me an apologetic look. The dumbass knew enough that I didn't like any kind of attention especially now that a brother had just died.

After a few seconds, he'd went back towards the woman who looked at me with warning. I tilted my head for a few seconds, narrowing my eyes at her. Been gone for just short of two years and you'd think that new women in the club would learn not to look down on those who has the cut.

"Banshee!" Catatonic ran up to me, a beer hanging in between her fingers. The woman was wearing heels that made her almost as tall as me. The women all over sneered at her as she passed them. She was always the most beautiful one in the place with her dark hair, golden eyes, and curvy figure. "Holy shit, I missed you!"

And that's when some people had started to come up to me and greet me, hugging me, sharing sentiments of sadness towards Armstrong, knowing well that I was the only person that was close with the man. He always did have a hard time opening to those who want to get near him, and fortunately, when he found me, he showed his vulnerability towards me, showed me what it's like to have a dad again.

Those who were new, at least I viewed as new, came up to me and greeted me, knowing full well of my reputation amongst the club. I was, after all, the first woman to ever get the cut and Catatonic was the second. I've tried really hard to get more women in the club but the change hasn't been met with open arms. At least, there was someone that I was relating to.

Others, new and old, were not really friendly given the fact that I was a woman wearing the Hellion MC cut.

Death came up to me and patted my back, his large figure towering over me as he passes me a freshly opened beer. I take it without hesitation, taking several gulps. The men had already gone back to their businesses while the two of us took a sit by the bar.

"Why weren't you at the funeral?" He asked, cocking his brow at me, those brown eyes of his gazing at me with curiosity. "In fact, why weren't you here days before he died? He called you, said that he was the only one that knew your number."