Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
That we also do all our body disposal services in the same building is just a happy by-product.
We make our money a little differently than some of our brother Chapters. Our main sources of income come from body disposal, money laundering, and strip clubs. That’s the illegal side of things. We use legal fronts like laundry mats, nail salons, and car washes to clean most of the money we bring in from the illegal side of things.
We’re kind of like a one-stop shop for all things dirty. Fuck, we’ll even do some gun running if need be. We don’t touch the drug trade, though. My old man’s got a huge fucking hang-up on hard drugs being dealt by anyone in our Chapter.
It just don’t fuckin’ happen.
“Fucking hell, Coy,” Gremlin says as he kills his engine. “What the fuck did Hound ever do to owe someone like this guy from Garden City?”
“Beats me,” I say. “Even if I did know, I probably wouldn’t want to.”
“Fuckin’ dude’s crazy,” Gremlin says as we make our way over to the blacked-out Tahoe parked next to the gate leading to the back of the building.
The window slides down and reveals a black-haired man in his mid-twenties grinning at us. “Hello boys! Good to see you’ve finally decided to show up.”
Walking up to the side of the vehicle, I’m tempted to look through his back window to see what I’m dealin’ with but decide against it. I’ll see whatever nightmare is back there soon enough.
Reaching through the window and clasping Jude’s hand, I give it a firm but not fucking with him, shake. He may be a city boy, but this dude’s tough as fucking nails, like a biker.
“How’s it goin’, Jude?” I ask before quickly adding, “Sorry about bein’ late, some shit held us up.”
“Nothing to worry about, been pretty quiet around here,” he says before motioning to the back of his SUV. “Where should we dump the load?”
I walk over to the gate and unlock it. “Let’s get it around back, same as always?”
Pulling in through the entrance, Jude shakes his head. “This one’s going to be slightly… different.”
“This might be a long night,” Gremlin grumbles from my side and starts shaking his head as soon as Jude rolls past us.
Looking over at Gremlin, I ask, “You got something better planned?
“Yeah, that new girl Sugar,” he says with a shrug.
“Yeah, that’s if Horse don’t make it back to her first,” I say with a laugh.
Gremlin growls. “That fucker better not touch her. He’s on fucking DD duty tonight. Fuckin’ prospect gonna get his ass handed to him if I catch him fucking around.”
I shrug my shoulders. I don’t got much to say about that. I’m a fucking prospect, I know the rules. Besides, Gremlin’s the Sergeant at Arms. If he says something, it’s fucking law. That and he’s just as fucked in the head as this Jude guy is.
Both of ‘em are batshit insane.
Walking up to the back of the facility, I open the door and head over to the garage door. Opening it up, I motion to Jude to back into the building. Just because we’ve got the local law enforcement on the take doesn’t mean we can risk hauling dead bodies into the building out in the open.
Jude parks and hops out of the Tahoe. “Might want to stand back, this one got messy.”
Fuck.
Taking a deep breath and an extra-large step back, I look to Gremlin. He stays right where he is.
Fucking batshit insane the both of ‘em, I swear.
Jude opens the back of the Tahoe, and yep, he was right.
It got messy.
Inside is a fucking body that looks like it came from a butcher shop. It’s missing its hands, feet, and head. Completely fucking naked, I can see the dick has been mutilated beyond almost all recognition.
Gremlin snickers loudly as the head rolls off the pile of body parts and lands at his feet with a wet thump.
Lifting it up by the hair, he turns it to face him. “What did this fucker do?”
Jude shrugs his thick shoulders, and I notice that despite the messy state of the body, his suit is still pristine. “Fuck if I know. I was told to make it last and make sure he didn’t go peacefully.”
Fuck.
This is going to be a mess. At least some of the body has already been cut up… I guess there’s a silver lining in that.
Heading over to the workshop area, I start grabbing black rolls of plastic sheeting, rubber gloves, and three smocks.
Walking back over to Jude and Gremlin, I start handing the shit out, but Gremlin holds his hands up. “This one’s on you, prospect. I gotta take a piss.”
“Fucking dick,” I snap at him before I throw his set of shit over to the work area.
“We all gotta pay our dues, Coy, my boy,” Gremlin sing-songs at my ass as he walks out the back of the building.