Page 87 of Cinder
But I don’t kill him.
Because Sheriff Coulter is going to want someone to arrest.
“I’m going to let Hammer know there’s some fun to be had in Miami,” Beast says, removing his phone from his cut pocket and moving away to make a phone call.
I rise to my feet and turn to the sheriff. “He’s all yours.”
But Sheriff Coulter doesn’t bring out his handcuffs. Instead he removes his gun from his holster and shoots the third man dead.
I give him a questioning look.
He shrugs. “Fucking paperwork would be a bitch.”
Impressed, I nod.Fair enough.
Beast rejoins us. “Just spoke to Hammer. He’s going to pay Big Willy a visit.”
“You spare some of your boys to help me clean up this mess?” the sheriff asks, gesturing to the three dead assholes lying in pools of blood on the ground.
Beast nods. “We’ll stay behind to help. What about the girls?”
“Once the EMTs arrive, they’ll be processed. Given the care they need. The support they deserve. Returned home to their families or given a fresh start here.” He looks as affected by this as I feel. “I’ll say the driver fled the scene.”
“Will the feds get Olicheckoff for this?” I ask.
The sheriff’s grim expression deepens. “Probably not. He’s slimy enough to slip through the fingers of justice. He’ll let the smaller fish go down for it.”
Meaningweneed to make him pay.
Zac arrives in the clubhouse van, and we load the bodies into the back. Once we’re back in St. Bon, we’ll make them disappear into Devil’s Mouth, a part of the cliffs where the rocks meet the ocean, and a high tide will wash away everything and everyone.
Just as Zac leaves in the van, the EMTs arrive to take care of the women.
We watch as they’re loaded into the ambulances, and I catch Elina’s haunted gaze. I nod and she nods back and then disappears into the ambulance.
I walk back to the bikes with Beast.
“What’s up with you?” he asks. “Your mean streak is on the loose tonight.”
“It always comes off the leash when dealing with pieces of shit who like to traffic humans.”
“I know, but tonight is different. You’re more brutal.”
I’m not in the mood to talk about it. “Are you complaining?”
Beast shakes his head. “Just when I think I’ve got you figured out, you throw in some extra-crazy shit to keep me guessing.”
We climb onto our bikes and ride off, Bear, Axe and Ryder following.
Dawn is breaking across the horizon when we return to the clubhouse, and when I make my way up the long driveway to the underground garage, I start to imagine what it would be like to slide into bed and feel the warmth of Ella beside me.
To feel her wrap her arms around me and press her luscious body against mine.
After nights like this, I need her.
My bodyachesfor her.
And the thought of her warming someone else’s bed makes me want to spill their blood.
