Page 14 of Spice's Halloween

“Yeah, not fuckin’ likely,” Dare retorted and folded her arms.

“Triple D was buried in our cemetery?” I asked Spice, who looked insulted.

“Of course he was. The problem is the timing of digging him up. Any activity right now will look suspect. But if we do it on Halloween, it won’t be so bad,” Spice said, and I stared incredulously.

“Men digging in a graveyard on Halloween won’t appear suspicious,” I declared, showing my disbelief.

“Nope. We can station the club around the outside to discourage those who want to scare the shit out of themselves by braving the cemetery. And a team can dig. If the cops stop to ask what we’re doing, we’re stopping the place from being vandalised,” Spice explained.

“Spice has a point,” Kosmic agreed.

I sent Kosmic a glower, silently telling him to shut up.

Kosmic grinned in response.

“Tell me why you shouldn’t dig Triple D up alone,” I demanded.

Fists snorted. “You gonna send three old men out there to dig and have heart attacks? Our bodies around a half-dug grave will certainly raise some questions.”

Fucker had a point.

“Well, you’re on sentry duty,” I ordered, and they swapped amused glances.

My gut feeling tightened. Those assholes were up to something. I just couldn’t prove it.

“Whatever. Are we done? Gotta meet Lindy at the shop,” Spice asked.

The disrespect the Old Timers got away with was unbelievable. Anybody else would be in the ring with Vogue as she fights dirtier than Bogeyman.

“Anyone got anything to add?” I inquired.

Receiving a no from everybody, I closed church and sent everyone out.

Undertaker held back.

“I don’t need the lecture. I’m aware I was out of line. But that fuck is hiding something,” I said before my VP could speak.

“That was obvious. But you shouldn’t have called Spice out on it. We know the Old Timers get riled,” Undertaker replied.

“I deserve to ask if something could harm the club,” I countered.

“You do, Warden. But this time you made the mistake of challenging Spice in public. Whatever he knows, Spice won’t tell now. He’ll hold it back out of spite.”

Undertaker wasn’t wrong. The three Old Timers understood how to maintain grudges. Spice would dig his heels in. Plus, I needed to apologise to Romeo. He’d not been comfortable with my request, and I’d still made him do it.

“Apologise and move on, Warden. It was a one-off. You’ve never used us like that before and won’t again. Remember this lesson,” Undertaker stated.

“When did you get so wise, asshole?”

“When I became your damn VP. Someone had to grow up,” Undertaker snapped and laughed.

I smirked as he left church. This time, I’d let Undertaker have the last word.

Spice – Present day.

“There’s my beautiful girl,” I said, sneaking up behind Lindy and wrapping my arms around her.

Lindy leaned back as I tilted her head and kissed her. My woman. She smelled like coconut today, a favourite scent of mine. Lindy wore several scents, all aimed at pleasing me, although she’d never admit it. Cherry, vanilla, raspberry, and coconut were my top smells.

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