The McBride Series 7: Red's Memoir

By cLasP

The McBride series can be read as stand-alone novels. Here's the story of Red Ethan McBride you've long been waiting for.

RED
I've been labeled as different. Silent. Brooding. Dangerous. A cold-blooded killer. Maybe because all of it are true. And it's already late for me to change all that. I don't know how to be anyone else. But that's me. What you see is what you get. I can't be sorry for who I am. But I don't give a sh*t what might people say. I don't have plans to change.
But I met a girl. So innocent and pure. The very contrast of me. When we're together, we're like white and black. Night and day. The angel and the devil. I don't want her tainted with my past, the sins I've done and the crimes I've committed. But I don't want to be away from her either. She belonged to me. It's either she'll free me from the shackles of darkness or I'll pull her down with me to the abyss...

• Language: English
• Publisher: cLasP
• Release date: Feb 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370801152

cLasP

√entrepreneur √networker √businesswoman √leader √achiever √dreamer √novelist √RICH R-esponsible I-mportant C-apable H-umble I'm a businesswoman day in and day out and a writer in between. (Very far of a leap, isn't it?) I love reading books, romance, comedy, fiction and real-life stories. I love my pillow and my bed. Hence, I love sleeping. I love my privacy and enjoy the moment imagining things, plot my personal novels. I love writing poetry but avoid sharing them to others because it'll be too much of an open book of my life. I love to study people from the distance (not a lurker nor a creeper), just enjoying their interaction is all. I love to travel. I love my family and friends. I don't have a pet. I secretly love to write. I love to hear comments from you if you've read my books. I love to explore. I love to mentally wander. I love loving. I'm just that girl. The world has been full of hate, let's go and spread love around the globe.

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THE MCBRIDE SERIES

BOOK 8

Red’s Memoir

SYNOPSIS

The McBride series can be read as stand-alone novels. Here's the story of Red Ethan McBride you've long been waiting for.

RED

I've been labeled as different. Silent. Brooding. Dangerous. A cold-blooded killer. Maybe because all of it are true. And it's already late for me to change all that. I don't know how to be anyone else. But that's me. What you see is what you get. I can't be sorry for who I am. But I don't give a sh*t what might people say. I don't have plans to change.

But I met a girl. So innocent and pure. The very contrast of me. When we're together, we're like white and black. Night and day. The angel and the devil. I don't want her tainted with my past, the sins I've done and the crimes I've committed. But I don't want to be away from her either. She belonged to me. It's either she'll free me from the shackles of darkness or I'll pull her down with me to the abyss…

Copyright 2017

Claire Aspiras

All rights reserved

ISBN: 9781370801152

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Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Cover Designer: Yours truly, cLasP

1

RED

Where the fuck is P? My spit landed on the bastard’s face as I screamed those words out at him.

I stabbed the motherfucker's knee once more with my knife when he refused to answer. I bet his kneecap would tear off from its hinges after I've shredded it over and over just to get information from him. The shit was now having a bloodbath in my place. He made a choking sound so I loosened my tight hold around his neck.

I don't know! The shit croaked.

His answer just angered me more so I squeezed his neck again, making sure to break his fucking vocal cord with the pressure. I was goddamn sure he knew what I was asking him because P, before she went missing, told me she got an invitation from this asshole Leo for a short meet up. To where, I've no idea. I was furious more to myself for not even suspecting how odd it sounded and I didn't go with her just to make sure. When P didn't return from that said meeting, my conscience had been nagging at me and their fucking crime became my mistake.

Don't make me lose my shit, Leo. I know you know where P is. I threatened in gritted teeth before twisting the kitchen knife that was deeply seated on his patella.

The son of a bitch struggled with the pain, writhing aimlessly on the floor. If I wouldn't let up, I might kill the motherfucker without getting anything from him. Fuck! I eased my grip around his neck again, pulling more patience from within myself even if there'd been none left.

Josh! The bastard heaved, spitting saliva and blood from his mouth.

I twisted the knife again to make him spill out more information. I needed everything.

Arrhh! He struggled once again. Please! Please, Red. That's all I know. It was Josh who had been g-given the task to take away M-Michael Banes. I argghh… I didn't know P w-will be there so we figured we'll just have to get r-rid of him as well. Arghh!

Get rid of him? I repeated in disgust, pulling the knife out before thrusting it back on his kidney, making him scream without sound while I choked the shit out of him.

P is a she! I corrected in rage.

Pulling the weapon again, I whacked it down his chest twice. A faucet of gore spewed out of the gash making me blind for a moment when it hit my eyes.

P's my sister! Again and again, I stabbed him like a mad butcher until he didn't stir nor make a sound anymore.

I stood and spat at his face before going inside my little toilet to clean. What I did was too much mess. I'd have to make it swift and clean next time. I looked at my reflection in the mirror in front of me, seeing a man who had a murderous face and a dark gleam in his eyes. I didn't see Red there. I only saw an evil man who would do just anything for vengeance. For P.

When I emerged from the bath, I kicked the bastard's side stomach just to make sure but as expected he was already dead. I snorted and went out of the garage, driving to another motherfucker's residence.

I didn't know how I'd sneak inside the house because I've no training whatsoever with infiltration. I barely passed tae kwon do when I was still younger as requisite being a McBride offspring and had no other background in fighting. I was only relying with the consuming anger throbbing in my veins just to get information as to where P was. It'd been three days but she was still missing and I've been too afraid to even entertain possibilities of what had become of her at this very moment.

I killed the engine of my bike a little farther from Josh's house, making sure it was hidden by the bushes before jogging towards the third duplex house built in rows of that cheap subdivision. Since it was cheap, they also had poor security since I managed to enter the place without being frisked and checked. Too bad, I was carrying the same kitchen knife I used killing the shit back in my garage. When I used Leo's name, they didn't even ask for ID. Stupid people.

Blowing a deep sigh, I pretended to be cool before knocking on the door. The shit's face was caught between surprised and alarm seeing me at his doorstep. Obviously, the fucker didn't see me coming.

Red, what got you here? He made a quick check from side to side before looking back at me again.

P's not found yet, man. Can I come in? I just want to ask something to add with the investigation.

He looked like he was about to refuse but I quickly shouldered my way inside his shitty abode, murmuring my thanks. The place reeked with a mix of animal manure, rotten food, smoke and weed.

I don't really think it's a good time for me right now, Red. Besides, I've no idea where P had been. The last time I saw him, he's with Mike. You should look for the guy, he might know where P is.

I would have done that if Michael Banes wasn’t also missing. He’d been my first suspect when I noticed him tailing after P like a goddamn dog with a lolling tongue. Motherfucker was sniffing on my sister to fuck. But he also stopped coming to work and his address he put in his resume had been uninhabited for days. Probably the same day since P also went missing.

With a quick scan around the place while the shit was blabbering, I could see, he was alone without the nosy sounds of the neighboring units. He must have occupied the rest for whatever shit they do for their modus. The only sound around was the television which aired the replay of a ball game. I took the remote from his table to raise the volume up.

This is nice. I didn't see this live earlier. I casually said and putting a show of interest as I watched the screen.

The bastard only frowned, probably sniffing suspicion around the air. Fucking paranoid! With a heavy sigh, I tossed the remote back on the table with the volume still blaring through the house before nodding and looked back at him.

You're right, I should go check on Mike. I headed back to the door.

Josh nodded his response, face quickly morphing into relief as he walked me back to the door. But just as swiftly, I turned again, stabbing his side with the knife three times, covering his mouth the whole time so he wouldn't alert the neighbors. He staggered back, reaching for my arm but I kneed his balls which had him rolling down the floor just the way Leo did earlier. I quickly crouched down over him, choking him while reaching for the knife I left deep in his stomach.

I'm not going to repeat myself, Josh. Where's P?

P, he's arrghh!

I quickly covered his mouth, grateful with the volume of his TV when he suddenly screamed after I twisted the knife at his side. I hated it when people addressed P as a man. Stupid bastards! Couldn't they see through that pretty innocent eyes?

Speak! I growled.

I d-don't know w-where! No! No please Red. His terrified eyes went wide probably seeing me evolving into someone he didn't recognize, something monstrous. I really don't know w-where. Me and L-Leo, we were only ordered to b-bring them both to the bar.

What bar? I growled.

Green Flamingo. He heaved with the blood pooling in his mouth. We s-set the vault where they'll be imprisoned b-but we don't know where the vault will be kept.

Who gave you the orders? I squeezed his neck for good measure.

He... The fucking moron was about to die and he's wasting my time with his endless coughing. We don't k-know his name. We only c-call him the B-boss. Please, Red. Don't let me die. I'm bleeding t-too much! The fucker started to cry. Please send me to hospital!

I will, but not after you tell me everything I need to know.

Black dragon tattoo in his arm and an eagle in his left chest. Cough. He usually wear gold chains... Another cough. 'round his neck and black stoned ring in his left middle finger. He went into his coughing fit once more after his lengthy speech.

Tell me more. I insisted not bothered with his near death condition.

He was starting to shake involuntarily. His eyeballs slowly rolling around. He's close.

Bald. Beard. He had a beard reaching almost his c-chest. He's in a h-heavy side about six feet in height. As annoying as it was, he coughed more blood which lasted half a minute that I'm tempted to just end the mother fucker with my waning temper. He lives s-somewhere uptown, j-just a little c-close in his bar the G-green, arghh!

He writhed wildly on the floor, blood and white matter bubbled up from his mouth. I stood and watched his pathetic form while he continued his seizure until he suddenly went limp. He's dead most certainly but his eyes were still wide open.

Thanks, Josh. I'll see you at the other side. I snorted.

2

RED

When I returned to my garage, I got rid of Leo's body to some place deserted with no possibility of discovery. Being obsessed with solitude, I knew a lot of places like that. It also helped me concentrate whenever I write my songs. I snorted. Three days ago, I was only a simple twenty-two-year-old dour guy. I loved to play instruments, write songs and apply melody on them. Right now though, my life made a turn, a dramatic twist. And the fucking twist was in my head.

I've always known there's an evil hiding inside of me, waiting for the right buttons to be unleashed. I started feeling it after P went missing the first time when we were still teens. I was younger so I felt terrible when I couldn't do anything about it. Worse, I almost didn’t stand the guilt because the fucking pedophile bribed me with basketball and an antique bongo he said he won from auction in exchange for the information about P.

I never had any fucking idea what shit he was into so I fed him the knowledge he wanted to know and even told him P's schedules. Every fucking detail of it. Never again. After P was retrieved from his home, I swore to myself since then to protect my sister all my life. I've become obsessed about her safety but thank heavens she didn't even complain about it. When she went to college, I made Ash promise to