“How the fuck do we keep it from them?”
He just shrugs.Fucking shrugs.
“I’m not sure this is something we can hide.” I sigh as I count at least three gunshot wounds in Boyd’s face and neck. “The Demon Seeds are gonna notice he’s missing, and since they know he was dating your sister, they’re going to go right to Tank over this.”
“We ain’t the only club in town, Sam. Pythons got as much beef with the Seeds as we do.”
“But you’re not a Python, dumbass, and since you have openly threatened the fucker in multiple public locations, you’ll be their number one suspect.”Unless…“Did you— “
“Totally trashed.” Marbles slams the trunk closed. “He was waiting for me. Cracked me over the head with a bottle, pulled a blade, I got off two rounds, then we fought a bit before I shot him three more times. Whole downstairs of his house is a big ass fucking mess.”
Great.
“Anyone see you go in?”
“Nah. His house is just outside the warehouse district in Rolling Meadows. No one saw, but even if they did no one would give a shit.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out a smoke. “What about coming out?”
Marbles shakes his head as he starts prodding around his mouth. “Just Mo. Her car was backed up to the garage, so it was easy.”
Somehow, I don’t think dragging a dead body out of a crack house while your face is bleeding uncontrollably waseasy, but this crazy fuck probably enjoyed it.
“What are we going to do with him?” I nod toward the trunk as I light up. “And what the hell are we going to do about your face?”
“Dunno. Didn’t really get that far.”
“Should probably figure it out before you bleed to death.”
He shrugs. “I’m fine. Gonna have to dump Mo’s ride though.”
“I’ll talk to Little John.”
“Good plan. Don’t need to involve Tank or Gunner while they’re still handling their dad’s shit.”
Our president and VP are in the process of selling the garage to the Pythons. Little John isn’t a member, but most of his family members are—-his dad was a founder, his brother on the EC and he’s tied to our club because his sister married Breaker, who is our SAA—-and he runs their scrapyard in Birch Creek the same way he runs MACs. Consolidating between the clubs is a good plan, especially since Hamish could have easily started a war, but between the way Spider handled him and offering the garage to Breaker’s in-laws, it works out even better for everyone.
But getting this Demon Seeds piece of shit out of the car before we send it to Little John is going to be a problem. One we have to solve before we ship this car to Python territory where the Seeds will never even think to look for it.
They aren’t justourrivals, and the Pythons are older than both clubs, so most know to stay away.
“Ok, so Mo is safe, we gotta plan for her ride, and now it’s a matter of disposing of the asswipe in there.” Marbles points to the trunk as if I’d forgotten where the body was.
“You think maybe your face should be a priority?” Which is stupid to say because, no, Marbles won’t think it’s a priority.
“I’m good.”
Called that shit.
I suck down the rest of my cigarette and frown. “You’re really not. And not just because your face isn’t going to miraculously stitch itself back together. Tank and Gunner are going to notice this shit, so you’ll need an explanation for it.”
“Got it covered.” Marbled grins—kind of—as he walks to the driver’s side. “I’ll tell them I was trying to kiss Mortimer.” He winks at me as he opens the door. “Again.”
I stare at my best friend for about six seconds before I chuckle, shake my head, and walk my ass to the passenger side of his sister’s car.
Mortimer is Marbles’ petcheetah cubthat herescuedduring a run we made last summer. Some mid-level drug dealer that wanted to play like he was part of the cartel, so he bought himself a cheetah cub in order to do it. He wasn’t taking care of it though, and when the run went south—and turned messy real quick—Marbles made sure to grab it on our way out.
He’s done ok with socializing Mortimer, and the big cat seems to like my best friend well enough, but a couple months ago they were rough housing and the cat got Marbles pretty good in the face. Ever since then it’s been a running joke that my nut job of a friend tried kissing the wild animal and got put in his place because of it.
