Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“I saw you before you showered. Looks like you had fun in there,” Ford says, nodding. He ran into me at the top of the basement stairs. I was soaked in Mason’s blood. It was the moment between relishing his death and wondering if I pushed myself to a place I can’t come back from. Knowing me like Ford does he talked me down quickly, reminding me of why scum like that don’t deserve second chances.
“I appreciate the courtesy of doing that alone,” I nod at Ford. The plant in his club plus the hit out on him, the right to kill Mason should’ve been his to take. He’s the Prez and he trumps everything else, but he knew that I needed to do it. I needed to avenge my woman and all the wrongs Mason put her through.
“If it was my woman that was involved, I’d want to do the same,” Ford says as T and Grunt make noises like agree.
“We need to get rid of the body,” Grunt says, looking at me. It’s funny that he still assumes there’s a body to get ride of. Right now, there’s just a man sized mess to clean up.
“I’m going to take it to the usual spot and feed the scavengers. At least what there is left over after the woodchipper,” I tell him with a shrug. Not to mention cleaning the basement and getting rid of all evidence.
“Christ, I’m sick of that crap,” Ford says shaking his head.
“W-we have a stew that w-we used to fix in my o-old crew that was pretty ef-effective,” T adds.
“We do that here too, but that bastard was still trying to breathe my air, so I went a little old school to make sure his last moments were the worst.”
We don’t make a habit of taking out enemies and disposing of bodies, but we have enough ticks up our sleeves that if we need to, we have our ways.
A flash of Mongrels body being pulled into the woodchipper as he screamed and cried comes to my mind and I know the moments before his soul descended to hell were as awful as they possibly could be. I just hope that for every moment of suffering he caused someone else, that he felt it before his death.
“D-d-did you get anything u-useful?” T asks, cutting into my thoughts.
“Not about the plant, unfortunately,” I tell him shaking my head, “But for sure they aren’t working alone. There was some crying about heavy hitters down in Miami backing them. Does that mean anything to you, Ford?”
“No, not that I know of,” Ford says, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Its an awful long way from us to have someone gunning that hard especially having to go through the trouble of finding a rival mc to do the heavy lifting.
“I have a few connections down there with the Steel Vipers. I can put out some feelers,” Grunt adds.
“In the meantime, we need to keep a tight circle on our wagons and sniff out this traitor,” Ford growls, banging his fist on his desk.
“What about Apex and the rest of that crew?” I ask. With the bankrollers behind them, it will take a week before someone takes Mongrels place in line to come after us.
Ford lets out a breath. “I had to give T’s old man a peace offering since we couldn’t deliver the body. We’re going to combine forces and give Apex what he needs the most. A dirt nap, six feet under.”
Chapter 33
Shelby
Standing in the new diner, I look around at all the customers mingling along with King’s club. The smell of burgers and fries along with homemade apple pie, fills my nose, making my stomach growl. I’ve been helping with orders, so I haven’t had time to eat. Everyone is enjoying the delicious food. I watch as my grandma makes her way to every person to brag on how great this place is, but not in a rude way since everyone is bragging on it along with her. A lot of people showed up for the grand reopening, including half the city, patient enough to wait outside for hours to get a table. The line started two hours before the doors were even opened. I’d say they missed her food and presence.
All the staff that worked at the previous diner showed up to help her prepare food, knowing today would go off without a hitch. She revamped to menu to only have to sell her favorites and could change it on a whim. The club made sure if there were bills going into this diner, they were paid for so all she had to do was come to work and fill the bellies of hungry patrons. That’s the only goal in my grandmother’s life now since I’m happy and cared for.