The call came again, just as the men finished covering the soon-to-be rotting corpse.
“What the fuck?” Mutt muttered, as he leaned over and eyed the ground. “Sick as fuck of all these meetings.”
Looking around the scene, Ace remembered seeing Mutt drop his cigarette. He scanned the muddy ground for the contrast of the white butt on the murky ground. Last thing they needed was to leave DNA evidence at the fucker’s final resting place.
Ace pointed to something white on the ground. “Who you tellin’?” He watched as Mutt picked up the butt and shoved it in his pocket. Careless fuck, he inwardly castigated him.
Both men headed back up to the car, shovels over their shoulder. Gator sat on the car, cut wide open, his tanned flesh covered by the blackout tat in the shape of a skull. The lazy motherfucker had sat through the entire dig. And while there always needed to be a lookout, Gator laid on the hood of the car, relaxed as a fucking kitten, while Ace and Mutt stood covered in mud, wet and tired.
Gator hopped down from the hood. “It ain’t another fucking meeting.” He moved through the haze of falling rain and fell in line with the two men.
Mutt glanced up from placing the shovels in the car. “What the fuck is it then?”
Gator swiped a hand over his face, pushing rivulets of rain down his chin. “Another fucking raid.”
Mutt went still. “Fuck.” The word sounded like a slash in the night.
They didn’t have time for this shit, and showing back up at the club covered in mud, with shovels in the back of the car during a raid, was not conducive for staying the fuck out of jail for murder. The problem was, they needed to show their faces tonight. The clank of the shovels hitting the inside of the trunk brought Ace’s attention to Mutt.
Mutt slammed the doors shut. “Mo’s is right up the street.”
Ace nodded. “He owes the MC.”
“Even if he didn’t—” Gator didn’t finish the sentence, and they all knew what he meant.
The First Son’s MC was all muscle and firepower, ever since Prez took over the club. However, Ace didn’t see the need in bending arms behind backs to gain the upper hand. When you led through fear, you rarely gained respect, and without it, you were a sitting duck just waiting for the coop that would end your life.
Ace moved past Gator and sat behind the wheel. “We stash the car there, get a change of clothes from him and figure where we go from there.”
Mutt opened the passenger side door. “We can head to the ammo shop.” Pulling the seat forward, he motioned for Gator to get in the back. “There’s supposed to be two guys on duty there, since it was robbed last month.”
“I didn’t hear you call shotgun,” Gator groused as he headed around the car. Standing face to face with Mutt, he crossed his arms over his chest. Just as he opened his mouth to fuss further, Mutt spoke.
“Shotgun. Now let’s go, asshole.” He threw a playful punch at the man, as Gator ducked into the back seat.
Ace started the old Chevy, the rumbling sound of the engine drowning out the roll of deafening thunder. He wasn’t headed to jail tonight, and he’d kill two more men to guarantee it.
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Inger Iversen is an American author residing in Virginia. She lives for bringing her fictional characters from darkness to light through self-discovery and passion. From her emotionally gripping, new adult Few Are Angels series that builds in intensity and intrigue to a finale you won’t see coming, to her international bestselling interracial romance dubbed “one of the most emotionally gripping” books of the summer, Inger breathes life into her fiction through her enthusiasm and devotion to writing. Her influences range from life experiences and daydreams, Inger spends her time in the writing cave and fantasizing of the day she can figure out how to Weird Science her characters to life.
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