The Rogues - book 2 Own

HUNTER            I have a feeling there’s a heavy metal band playing only in my head, I open my eyes very slowly and light hits my iris like a thousand needles.With difficulty I sit on the bed and look around, two naked women sleep entangled together and I make and effort to remind me how did I end up here. This is not my bedroom, I drag myself to the edge of the bed and I get up, stretching myself. The sheet falls off and I hear one of them whistling, provoking me.            “What a tasty little ass, right, Sickle?”I smile ratter yellow and get the sheet from the floor, covering myself again.Oh my, please, give me a hand, I just need to know the name, what are these women’s names?‘Dear’, I better call them that, is sweet and I won’t betray myself saying the wrong nam

A year ago and nowadays.                                                          HUNTER            Every week is the same shit, I lie on this damn couch, look at this idiot and he always asks me the same question, without changing a colon: “What brings you here this week, Hunter?”            Is this for real? If it is a joke I’m not in the mood, stop this train I want to get off. He could at least pretend he cared, that he is talking notes of what I’m saying, I bet my worst fuck that if I look his notebook there will be a bunch of drawings of flowers, knives, who knows even sickles, because of my nickname, anything, instead something importan

HUNTER             It’s almost eight o’clock and Maggie is sleeping, I draw back to fit on the mattress, with my feet out of bed and try hard not to wake her.             I watch the sun beams that come in through the window and light her creamy skin and I keep asking myself, what I have to do not to ruin everything?             It’s just that I’m so different from what people expect of me, from what they see in this exterior shell of rudeness and brutality, that sometimes I ask myself if women can actually see me.             Adam says that I’m an ogre in love, but the embarrassing thing is that everything he says is simply true.  &

HUNTER             Today I’m excited, I thought about my conversation with Maggie about the fight with Pipo and I think it’s time for me to get out of the sabbatical period and return to the second thing I love the most: Fighting!             The first one, of course, it’s baby. And in whatever way she wants to come: like a competent veterinarian, a naughty girl dancing in my bar and the best one, under me with her bold lips smiling while I kiss her.             Even though I like Latoya a lot, my Harley Davidson full of curves and strong personality, I’m way more into Maggie! After all, fuck! I can’t wrap myself around Latoya it would be weird.         

HUNTER             I even get worried with everything so perfect in my life, call me a pessimist if you want, I know it’s not about thinking I don’t deserve a slice of the so boasted happiness. Everything is about a clearly simple statement: I’m not used to gentleness, cuddling, never, from nothing and no one.             The beatings I got from life started early from my first years of life: my parents used to say I was a child with delicate health, my bones were too weak and no doctor could explain it. I barely walked, I didn’t play with my brothers. Till the day there was a fight between Adam and some boys from the other pack, he tried to face them all alone and of course, he got the worse of it. As he is my older brother, the role model I always admired and followed, without me even waiting to, I got in the middle of all the confusion. I