Nodding my head to the door, I motion to him I’m taking off.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, prospect. The Pres ain’t lookin’ too fucking happy,” Gremlin says.
I grab Allie by the hand and pull her with me. I need to put some space between me and my old man right now. Ever since he went to the doctor a couple weeks back, he’s been on fuckin’ edge. If mom was still around, she could ferret out whatever’s been up his ass lately. But as it is, all I’ve seen him do is smoke pot or yell at whoever’s closest to him.
Pushing the door to the club open, I take a deep breath of the warm night air. Fuck, it’s good to live here. I’ve been to a few major cities and shit, but they smell like ass compared to Kentucky.
“You ready to go home, Allie Cat?” I ask as I pull her into a tight fucking hug.
God, this woman is everything to me. Letting her leave like this kills me every damn time.
“Maybe if you were taking me,” Allie mutters to herself before she slips her backpack over her shoulders.
“Aw, I ain’t that bad to ride with when I’m sober!” Horse shouts with that fucking braying laugh of his.
Allie tried to ask me once why we call him Horse. I explained it’s because of his laugh. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna tell her it’s because of the huge fucking horse cock he’s got swingin’ between his legs.
Walking her over to Horse’s bike, I watch as he starts it up before I turn back to Allie. “I love you, Allie.”
Her eyes brighten like they always do when I say those three words to her. “I love you too, Coy. I’ll call you tomorrow as soon as I get away from them.”
Helping her onto the back of the bike, I nod at her then say, “Two weeks and you’re mine for good.”
“Two weeks,” she says before putting her hands up on Horse’s shoulders.
Fuck, seeing her touch another man makes me clench my teeth so fucking hard they hurt. I don’t give a fuck if it’s a brother, I can’t fucking stand it.
But thanks to her fucking parents and my obligations, I can’t do shit about it.
I shove my hands in my pockets to fight the urge to yank her off his seat.
And just like that, the one thing in this world I love as much as my bike is racing into the night without me.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, prospect. Jude ain’t gonna wait forever,” Gremlin says as he walks over to his bike and gets on.
I head over to my own. Standing it up and starting it up, I look back at the clubhouse. It’s not the first time I’ve looked up at the Royal Bastards skull painted on the building and wondered if it knows something I don’t.
For the briefest of moments, I swear it’s trying to tell me something, but before I can figure it out, Gremlin is tearin’ ass out of the driveway.
Pulling up to our business, Kentucky Pet Crematorium and Funeral Services, I grin at the building. It causes quite a few laughs between the old man and me knowing this business is one of our best earners. It’s completely legal in the eyes of the law, but it also happens to be the one we do the most illegal shit at.
We offer honest pricing and provide top-notch services for deceased animals. From cremations to funerals, we do really good business. We don’t fuck around with trying to rip people off, and the business goes above and beyond all expectations. Shit like that keeps us in the good graces of the community.
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.