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“Randal stupid fucking name sounds like a professional.”

“Hey it’s not my fault that I don’t actually know anything,” the guy said, starting to babble. “I’ll give you money. My savings. Whatever you want.”

“Ugh. I thought we’d get through this without the begging. He made an agreement, and he broke it. Now can I play with him?” I muttered, glaring over at Toxic.

Toxic sighed again and pulled his gun from the waistband of his jeans.

Reaching over, I grabbed it from him. “No way. He broke the deal. He’s mine.”

Toxic shrugged. “Go ahead.”

“Wait-”

I didn’t pause. The guy would have happily killed me, and later would have gone after the rest of my team, including my best friend. I didn’t really give a fuck about my own death, but no one touched my friends. I didn’t have many to spare. Raising the gun, I pulled the trigger. Toxic had been smart enough to put a silencer on the end before he brought it down here.

We didn’t need the women, or the hellions, upstairs hearinggunshots and coming to investigate. Because they would. Especially the hellions.

Toxic stared at the bullet hole in the guy’s forehead. “Where should we dump him this time?”

“Do we want him found?”

“Naw, Lock said to make this one disappear.”

“Then it’s back to the mineshaft.” We’d dumped numerous bodies down that mineshaft out in the desert now. It was a handy place to get rid of them where no one was likely to find them. We’d stumbled upon it one night when some douchebag was threatening Idaho’s old lady. He was the first, but there were going to be many more, especially if these assholes kept coming after us. We also always had the club’s friend who owned the mortuary, but we tried our best not to over-run him. Last thing we needed was him panicking and going to the cops.

“Seriously.”

I glanced over at Toxic and raised a brow in question.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You didn’t even whine about me not letting you mess that guy up first. I mean, you didn’treallytry.”

“Thatwaskind of fucked,” I told him. “You could’ve made the deal that I would only torture him for ten minutes and then I’d kill him.”

“Oh, bullshit. I can see you’re distracted. If you really wanted to torture this guy you would have.”

“Maybe I didn’t feel like doing the torturing.” I grabbed the keys to the van. We’d need to go dump his body tonight.

Toxic was staring. He shook his head. “I knew it.”

“Don’t want to talk about it.”

He grunted then grabbed the keys from me. “I’ll go get the van and pull it around.”

“Make sure no one sees you.”

“I know what I’m doing, asshole,” he tossed over his shoulder as he left.

It tooka few hours to dump the body and update Lock. After we were done, I showered and met Toxic back out in the hallway. “Let’s go over to the Bunker and grab a drink.”

“Alright.”

We walked across the compound to our bar. Since things had been quiet for a few months, Lock had told Riptide to open it back up. That made Rip and Kit really happy.

It was still early, but I sat down at our usual table and looked around as Toxic went to grab us a bottle. He was right. I was off. Completely unsettled. Though I wasn’t sure why. Something about that woman this afternoon was bothering me. And it wasn’t just that she was smoking hot.

Toxic set two bottles of Jack on the table. He dropped the shot glasses on the table, too, though neither of us were going to bother with those.

“An assassin isn’t goin’ to have to take you out if you keep drinkin’ like that,” Hush said as he dropped into a chair next to me. He grabbed one of the bottles and filled a glass, then tossed it back.

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