“It doesn’t matter. He’s gone. I’m finally free.” A slight smile crosses her lips before it disappears, as if she’s out of practice, as if the muscles have atrophied. In time, I hope the stress lines on her face are replaced by laugh lines. There’s no telling how long it will take, but I want that for her. She deserves happiness. Everyone does.
“We’re going to clean this up, then head out,” Scar says.
“Do you have buckets and sponges?” Nitro gestures toward the blood dripping down the wall.
“Yes. In the kitchen. I can show you where.”
After she leaves with Nitro, Scar turns to Reaper and me.“When you’re done, meet us at the clubhouse. We’re partying tonight.”
“Fuck yeah,” Reaper says, coming as close to a smile as he ever gets.“Can’t wait to nail something.”
“You want to fuck women twenty-four-seven.” I chuckle.
“Only after I kill,” he growls.
“Well, you don’t get credit for this dude. That notch is going on my bedpost, not yours. Grab his feet. Put him in the middle of the rug, so he’ll be easier to wrap.”
Reaper grunts before helping me reposition the stiff. The guy probably weighs close to three hundred pounds, but that’s nothing for us. After we’ve got him wrapped up, Scar nods and leaves the room.
“Heads or tails?” Reaper asks.
“Heads.”
“You got that last time.”
“Because it’s easier.” I smirk before picking up the side of the carpet where the dead guy’s head sits.
“Pansy-ass.”
“Shithead.”
Reaper grunts out a laugh before lifting the end with the corpse’s legs.“Hurry up. I want first choice between all the chicks tonight.”
“Only one?” I tease him since he’s been known to entertain more than one lady at a time.
“Yeah, I don’t want to work that hard.”
“Good point.” Two women at once is great, but it’s also double the work to make sure they leave with a good story about the hot biker who railed them all night. Sometimes, it’s not worth the added effort, especially on days where I’ve got to dig a grave. I don’t blame him for only wanting one tonight.
By the time we get the body loaded onto the back of my bike, I’m sweating. I blame the summer heat and coming storm. As I head back inside, the skies burst open, and torrential rain pours sheets of water across the hills. At least it will make digging easier. The ground will be softer.
“We’re leaving!” I yell into the house.
“Ride safe!” Trina hollers back.
“See you at the clubhouse,” Scar calls.
“Later!” Nitro screams from upstairs.
“Let’s roll,” I tell Reaper.
“Right behind you.”
We get on our bikes. It takes a second to balance the added weight, but once I’ve got it, we leave the house. I plan on putting at least twenty miles between us and Trina’s place. The farther away, the better, but we don’t have all day. The last thing I need is for the body to fall off the back of my bike. We tied him down with twine, but I’ve learned never to trust it. Shit can snap when you least expect it. Almost lost a body on the highway once. I won’t make that mistake again.
After thirty minutes of riding, I find a dirt road that leads deep into the hills. It doesn’t look like it goes anywhere. There aren’t any no-trespassing signs or mailboxes to indicate anyone lives at the end of it, so it seems like a good location to dump a body. Just to be sure, I follow the road until it dead ends at the edge of the forest.
Turning off my bike, I set the kickstand. Behind me, Reaper does the same. The body shifts, disrupting my bike’s balance. I hold the bike with one hand while I pull a knife from my cut with the other. After sawing through the twine, the body tumbles into the mud.
