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“Yeah, yeah,” Phoenix said and shook his head. “Let’s get this damn show on the road. I don’t like having dead bodies on the property.”

“It’d be weird if you did,” Badger said.

Phoenix cocked his head to the side and gave him a strange look before he laughed.

“You can say it. I’m right again,” Badger joked.

“Not happening,” Phoenix chuckled and motioned with his hand. “Come on. We’ve got shit to take care of.”

Much sooner than we initially planned, we were on the road and headed to Muzzle’s final destination. I was driving Muzzle’s car with his dead body in the passenger seat and Marcy’s body in the trunk. Over the years, I’d done a lot of unusual things related to club business, but driving a stolen car with two dead bodies inside was by far the most disturbing. And it wasdefinitelysomething I never wanted to do again.

Every time a pair of headlights approached, it felt like my heart stopped, and I held my breath until the car passed and I could no longer see the taillights. By the time we reached the location, my heart was racing and I was covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“You okay?” Carbon asked.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve. “That fucking sucked.”

“I bet,” he said and slapped me on the back. “You did good though.”

“Thanks, I think,” I said and covered my mouth with my hand. Suddenly, I felt like I was going to vomit.

“Nope, not happening,” Carbon said right before his open palm connected with my cheek. My head whipped to the side as a stinging sensation blossomed on my face.

“What the fuck, man?” I yelled and lunged forward to grab him.

He easily dodged me and held his hands up in surrender. “Anger and adrenaline supersede nausea. We can’t have you spewing your DNA everywhere.”

“You two knock it off,” Phoenix ordered. “Let’s get this shit done.”

We got to work and placed Muzzle’s body in the driver’s seat while making sure the window was rolled down. Then I put the car in neutral and closed the door. When everyone was ready, I lit the end of the rag sticking out of our homemade fire starter and tossed it inside. “Now!” I yelled, cueing the guys at the back to start pushing. The car went over the edge with ease. We heard several loud crashing and banging sounds before silence once again filled the night air.

“Let’s go,” Phoenix said and clapped me on the shoulder as he passed.

I followed him to the SUV and climbed inside, sighing in relief when I took my seat. I knew it wasn’t over, but getting rid of the two dead bodies made me feel a lot better.

17

EVIE

Edge walked into Irene’s hospital room much earlier than I had expected, with a coffee in each hand. He handed one to Byte and one to me before leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek.

“Thank you,” I whispered. Irene was still sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake her.

“How is she?” he asked.

“She woke up twice during the night because of pain, but otherwise, she’s doing okay. How are you?”

He smiled tightly. “Good. We’ll talk later.”

I glanced at my coffee and nervously toyed with the lid. I understood why he was putting me off, but I was dying to know what happened with Muzzle.

Edge cleared his throat to get my attention. “We need to figure out the details for the diner.”

“We did that last night,” I told him.

“You did?” he asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah. It wasn’t hard. Byte knows how to run the kitchen, and I know how to run the front. We just need a few people to help out until everyone’s back on their feet.”

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