Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) by B.B. Blaque (interesting books to read for teens txt) š
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Thatās a really bad idea.
When we grow up and she decides not to become a nun, weāll be together.
The night was colder than I expected and my good coat was locked inside the closet with the rest of the kidsā stuff. The flannel and sweatshirt were better than nothin, and when I found a place to stop for the night, I knew I could layer up.
Then, I heard her yellinā after me and stopped dead in my tracks under the streetlight. Theyād be cominā close behind and I didnāt want her to get in trouble. Me beinā out on the streets was one thing. I was a grown boy and knew I could take care of myself. She was still too young and it woulda been a dangerous life for her. I knew a whole lotta nothinā about nothinā, but I knew Fiona couldnāt come.
I can still see her clearlyārunninā toward me with those long red curls gettinā coated with big snowflakes. Tears were streaminā down her pretty face and it broke my heart. She was in a nightgown and fallinā over her slippersāa complete and total mess.
āWhat do you think youāre doinā, Fi?ā I stopped and looked down on her as she panted big puffs of freezing breath. āYou know they donāt want me there no more. I gotta go . . . into the City . . . I dunno . . . maybe upstate or to Jersey or somethinā. Me and Brooklyn need to say goodbye.ā
āGio, you canāt go without me! I love you . . . weāve talked about this. We can finally do it! We can run away and no one will ever find us.ā She was panting hard and jumping up against my chest, almost excited. āWe can get married . . . weāll figure it out! As long as we have each other, we can share bagels until we find a place and I learn to cook. You canāt go, Gio!ā
Then I had to do the hardest thing Iād ever done in the seventeen years Iād been alive. I had to be a prick to keep her safe.
āCāmon, Fi, are you crazy? I canāt have some little kid followinā me around the City! Iāve gotta be a man now, and I canāt worry about babysittinā you.ā I love you. Go back inside. āYou couldnāt hack it out here . . . youād just hold me back.ā
She jumped at me and her little fists pounded hard against my chest.
āI donāt need a babysitter and I could handle it just fine out there! You donāt know! You donāt know, Gio! Iām tougher than you think! Maybe just as tough as you!ā
āGingersnap, stop beinā a baby throwinā a tantrum. Go in and stay warm. I promise . . . Iāll always protect you. Iāll be there . . . somehow.ā I grabbed her hands and held them to my mouth. āFi, please . . . go be a nun. Let them take care of you. Now, I gotta take care of me and thatās all I can do.ā
I turned and walked away as I heard voices. They were coming to get her. I didnāt look back.
She didnāt understand why I had to do it. Even though Iād been tortured since that night, I never regretted keepinā her safe from the hell I survived after disappearing into the asphalt jungle of Manhattan.
Her voice echoed in my head as I walked the streets of the City. I prayed she was alright and might forgive me eventually. Iāll never know either way. My life had taken a turn for the ugly. There wasnāt a pocket I wouldnāt pick or any level of shame thatād keep me from doinā whatever it took to stay alive. The worse things got for me, the happier I was that Iād been a dick to make her go back. She was pissedāI knew that for sure. Iād become a complete scumbag to survive and was grateful she wasnāt there by my side. Shit was bad, but a teenage girl woulda been chewed up and spit out into the nearest gutter. Yeah, it was better to have her mad than livinā in subway stations, layered in newspaper to stay warm. I never knew where Iād sleep and there wasnāt a whole lot of loyalty or respect in the crowd I was surrounded by. Other street people stole from me and one day, it just started. I needed to stay awake to keep an eye on my stuff. The more hours I was up and racinā, the more chances Iād have to make money.
Enter crystal meth.
I started usinā pretty heavy and it wasnāt long before I was addicted to what seemed to be my savinā grace. Crystal was my girlfriendāmy best friendāand the thing that made it okay to go for a couple days without food. A meal would last a couple hours in my belly, but meth could last a day or more dependinā on how much I did. My shit was safer, I didnāt get fucked with, and food didnāt even cross my mind. It was a good trade-off for a while. We had a pretty good relationship and I started dealinā for the Royal Bastards motorcycle club so I could stay high. Thatās when my girlfriend turned on me and gave me a total psychotic break.
It happened so fast that night. Iād been up for days and was paranoid as fuck. Thatās what made me keep an extra good eye on the president of the club. Some piece of shit was cominā at him with a broken bottle and I went ballistic. Just as the glass was about to sink into his stomach, I grabbed the guy and started beating him and wouldnāt stop. All I remember was gettinā pulled off and thrown into the back of a van.
They took me to their
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