I need to do this. Disposing of their carcasses is my form of therapy. “Fine, but after this it’s the warehouse, I owe Barry a little visit and I’m in the mood,” I say through gritted teeth.
“We fucked him up, but left him breathin’,” Harlem says cheerfully. “May as well go there first, collect his body on the way.”
“Two birds, one stone,” Tag agrees.
I love how we’re discussing disposing the bodies of men like it’s no big deal. But that’s what we do around here. We do what has to be done. Only then can I go back to Nova and really feel like I’ve achieved something. I’m bummed about Regi, but his time will come.
“Let’s go,” I say. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can go see my woman.”
“Spoken like a true brother.” Harlem grins, slapping me on the back. “Welcome to the club.”
Nova
The second I hear the straight pipes roaring up toward the clubhouse, I start to run for the doors.
I don’t care that Manny is standing watch, or that Rip is close by making sure nobody gets in or out.
“Nuh, uh,” Manny says, folding his arms over his chest.
“But—” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Boss said you’re all to stay inside. I know, I know, I’m a party pooper. I could’ve been out there slaying dragons with the boys, but instead I chose to stay here and feed all of you.” He sighs dramatically.
“Manny!”
He stands firm. “No, Princess. You might have Sawyer wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours, but I have my orders.”
“I heard straight pipes.”
“Aruging won’t help matters. Give it five more seconds and they’ll be here.”
I childishly poke my tongue out as the footsteps sound on the stairs outside. “You are seriously no fun!”
“I’d rather be seriously no fun than be seriously unemployed and suffer the wrath of Cash,” Manny says, turning to look through the peephole. He’s fucking dramatic, but what can one honestly expect? He pulls up the two bollards — also installed by the MC so nobody could ram raid through here after the last explosion took out half the clubhouse — and unbolts the doors.
I’m pushing past him to get out, but I’m shoved back in by a sea of bikers.
“Woah, little lady,” Logan says, setting me back on my feet. “He’s right behind me.”
With his hands on my shoulders, he steers me in the right direction and I’m running.
I fly into his arms, hitting his body at full force as I take him in, my hands all over him asking him if he’s hurt. He’s covered in blood and his knuckles are bleeding.
“Not my blood,” he tells me, kissing me. “I’m fine. I’m okay.”
He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Don’t leave me like that again, I hate it. I hate not knowing if you’re okay.”
“It was crazy,” he mutters in between kisses. “Didn’t get Regi, but we got Forest, and a whole lot of other assholes.”
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips. “I love you so much. I need to clean you up.”
He liked that last time, and I want to do it for him.
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“My cousins?”
“They’re all okay, nobody was seriously injured,” he tells me.