Page 64 of Diesel

“You won’t fuckin’ kill her. You pussies don’t kill women, remember?” He struggles, but Lucky is holding him, forcing him to watch.

“We don’t killinnocentwomen, but you made sure she wasn’t innocent, didn’t you? Just remember, Ghost, you did this to her.” Without any hesitation, I slide the blade across her throatfrom ear to ear, watching the look of horror and devastation on Ghost’s face as life drains from Brooke’s body.

“Monica!” he roars as if his horrified scream can stop the blood squirting down her body. “You motherfuckers. You’ll pay for this,” he threatens in vain.

“Maybe,” Ace says, stepping forward as Lucky releases the grip on Ghost. “Maybe we’ll pay for this. Maybe we won’t. It’s just too fucking bad you won’t be around to see it.”

Ghost opens his mouth to say something, but before he can utter one fucking syllable, Ace whips out his gun, presses it to Ghost’s forehead, and pulls the trigger. His head snaps back and then forward, propelled only by the force of the bullet before he stills.

Motionless.

Dead.

“Good fucking riddance.” Dix shakes his head, and a slow smile creeps across his face. “We ought to drop him in one of the fucking stash houses me and Banger emptied out today.”

But Ace shakes his head, a disturbing look in his eye. “No. We chop them up and burn every last trace. No evidence left behind.” Me, Lucky, and the probies are ordered to dispose of the bodies while Ace watches with satisfaction.

As the sun begins to rise, we finally finish the grisly work. My body is covered in a thick coat of blood and other ungodly fluids, and I’m desperate for a shower.

Stone and Olly appear in the van, ready to transport the remains to a crematorium owned by one of Aria’s shell companies. The smell of burning flesh fills the air as we watch the evidence of our ruthless actions disappear into ashes.

Another two down, so many more to go.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Cassidy

Aria stands near the truck, watching me with worry in her eyes. “Are you sure you want to take on this second load?”

We watch the guys doing double-time to get my truck ready to roll.

“It’s going to slow you down and extend your time away,” she says.

That’s exactly why I’m taking the extra load. “I’m sure. This is what I do, Aria. I’ll be fine unless you’re worried about something else?” I step aside so I’m not slowing down the guys loading the trailer. “Well?”

“After everything that happened yesterday, I don’t know how you can be fine.”

I smile. “I appreciate the concern, Aria, I really do.”

She shoots me a sheepish grin. “Why do I feel abutcoming?”

“Because you’re smart?” We share an awkward laugh. “What happened yesterday is nothing compared to what I’ve been through,” I say with a wry smile, “so there’s no need to worry about me. Besides, the open road and time to myself is just what I need.”

The trailer is only half full, so I have at least another hour before I can leave Angel Harbor.

“Thank you,” Aria says eventually. “For last night and saving me. If you weren’t here, he probably would have killed me.”

“You’re welcome.” She’s probably right. Ghost is a crazy son of a bitch who gets off on hurting people. I have no doubt hurting someone who actually matters to the Reckless Souls would have gotten him hard instantly. “I’m just glad it all worked out.”

“I owe you,” she says, her tone suddenly serious and so at odds with the pale pink dress she wore with sparkling pink stilettos. “Anything you need, come to me. Day or night. I mean it, okay?”

“Sure. Okay,” I say, though I never intend to take her up on that offer.

“I don’t believe you, but I mean it.” She flashes a smile before walking away.

I turn my attention to the trailer and the guys loading it, silently willing them to hurry up.

A shadow crosses over me, and I don’t need to look up to know it’s Diesel. The air is charged between us, and his scent wraps around me, forcing me to face him.

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