Page 12 of Ghoul

“Suit yourself.” I pulled the glove off with the other and intentionally let the keys fall on his lap, laughing when he jumped and glared at me.

“You’re a fuckstick, Ghoul.” He carefully snatched the glove from me using his thumb and pointer finger and picked the keys up between the leather.

“Least I’m not a pussy.” I smacked his shoulder with my other hand, knowing it was the glove he was asking for and not the one covered in blood.

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“Why is he so heavy?” Sac groused, dropping the guy’s bottom half of his body onto the table.

“Ever hear the term dead weight?” I asked, stepping behind the sheet of plastic, and putting on gloves that came up to my elbows. “There’s a reason it’s a saying.” I sliced a hole in the plastic and shoved the saw through, going to work at dismembering his body.

“Fuck, couldn’t have waited for me to move out of the way?”

“You knew what I was going to do.” I chuckled as his upper lip curled, and he flicked a piece of flesh off his blue jean vest. “It’s your own damn fault for standing around and bitching instead of coming back here with me.”

“I’m going to go smoke,” he said, shaking his head as he walked away, and my body shook with silent laughter. He would have to get that pussy shit out of his system if he was going to ride with us. It was normal for people to be squeamish around blood and dead bodies, but it didn’t bother me. It was a big portion of the living I had an issue with.

I would sleep a little easier tonight knowing another one of these guys was off the street. We might have added another name to the very long list of people who had been killed by the Royal Bastards MC tonight, but it was for a good reason. The more of these fuckers I could get off the street, the better. If I trusted cops, which I didn’t, I could see the appeal of serving and protecting. Yet, this guy, laying in pieces before me, was a prime example of why the law couldn’t be trusted. He had used his badge and authority to hide behind and still did corrupt shit. At least my brothers and I had the common decency to not claim we were trying to better the world when we did illegal things, current events excluded. We weren’t out there doing vigilante acts of heroism. We were simply a means to an end. I never planned to enroll in law enforcement, not that they would let me after all the shit I had done in my life but had to admit it felt damn good to bring this guy to the justice he deserved.

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