Part 5 (1/2)
”You take Izzy home, and Flash and I will handle it,” I replied, standing and sticking the gun in my waistband. ”Is she okay, James?”
”Yeah. She's just pa.s.sed out. Hopefully she won't remember a d.a.m.n thing.”
”f.u.c.k. No one can know about Rebel's death. Got me? No one besides the few people we called. Especially not Izzy. Do not tell her.” I walked out the door, leaving James behind.
Anxiety raked my body as I walked toward the car. I needed to see Izzy with my own eyes. Flash stood outside as Izzy lay slumped over in the back. Opening the door, I could hear her small snores.
”I checked her. She's fine,” James said, pus.h.i.+ng me away and scooping her into his arms. ”I'll get her home. Shh, doll. Sleep,” James whispered in her ear as he held her body tight.
”Flas.h.!.+” I barked, causing Flash to jump.
”What?”
”Get your a.s.s in the room. Let's get Rebel and get the f.u.c.k out of here. James is taking Izzy home.”
Flash looked at Izzy and James then nodded to me before disappearing into the room.
James laid Izzy in the front seat. ”You be careful, Thomas,” he said as he gently closed the car door, trying not to wake her.
I stepped closer, standing toe to toe with him. ”I'll text you when it's done. Keep her safe.”
”You're okay with this?”
”f.u.c.k no. I'm still going to kick your a.s.s when everything is said and done, but for now, you make sure she's okay-and clean your arm.”
”I'll wait until she wakes up and then I'll head back up to make sure s.h.i.+t doesn't go down in the MC.”
”No, you stay with her until you get the all-clear from me. Do not come back. Do you understand me?”
”I can't leave you without backup,” James said, shaking his head.
”I'll be fine, James.”
No one knew where we were. Those dumb f.u.c.ks were too busy getting drunk and stoned, on top of drowning in p.u.s.s.y, to realize that Rebel and I were missing.
”I can't bear the thought of losing you, Thomas. You're like a brother to me.”
”I don't have time to stand here and argue with your stubborn a.s.s. Let me ask you this: Do you love her?” I lifted my chin, motioning toward my sister.
”Yes.”
”Then keep her safe, James. I can handle the club, and Bobby will be around for help. Flash too. Now get the f.u.c.k out of here and take her home. Make sure she's sleeping.”
”Not a problem,” James said, smiling as he started to turn his back.
But I couldn't let him off the hook that f.u.c.king easily, so I did a total a.s.shole move. I cold-c.o.c.ked him when he wasn't looking, landing one flat against his jaw.
”What the f.u.c.k was that for?” he howled, rubbing his chin.
”Keep your d.i.c.k in your pants,” I replied before leaving him standing outside with a stupid-a.s.s grin on his face.
Then I watched as Izzy and James pulled away, leaving us behind to clean up the mess.
Chapter 5.
Television makes it seem easy to dispose of a body and cover up a crime, but it sure as f.u.c.k isn't. Florida does have some advantages, though: the state is riddled with alligators, vultures, and dense forests where humans rarely travel. But finding the right location and doing the task is harder than it looks. I racked my brain, trying to decide the best course of action to get rid of Rebel.
Flash and I cleaned up the motel, spending a couple of hours scrubbing the blood and s.h.i.+t from the carpet, to no avail. Why did the a.s.shole have to bleed so d.a.m.n much? The room was a f.u.c.kin' b.l.o.o.d.y mess.
”What the f.u.c.k are we going to do now?” Flash's voice was high-pitched as he looked around the room.
”First, calm the f.u.c.k down. Jesus. s.h.i.+t like this happens.” I slapped him on the back of the head as I put some bloodied towels into a garbage bag.
He reached for his phone. ”I should call this in.”
I knocked his hand down, making the phone fall to the floor. ”Don't be a dumba.s.s.”
”What else can we do? We have to call it in and go through the proper channels.” He raked his fingers through his hair, staring at the giant stain in the s.h.a.g carpet.
”We're going to cut out the carpet and pay off the desk girl to keep her mouth shut.”
”But that's... But...” he stuttered as he shook his head.
I kneeled down, looking him in the eyes as I tried to keep my anger in check. ”Listen, Flash, and listen very carefully. This is the only way we can do it. I'll handle it if you're too chickens.h.i.+t.”
”I didn't say I was scared, Thomas. I just worry about what will happen when they find out.”
”They?” I asked, c.o.c.king an eyebrow at him as I climbed to my feet.
”Yeah. You know, our real jobs. Or have you forgotten about them?” He rose to his feet, placing his hands on his hips and glaring at me.
”Motherf.u.c.ker, they are on my mind every minute of every G.o.dd.a.m.n day. They will never know about this. Do you get me?”
His mouth hung open as his eyes grew wide. ”But that's wrong.”
”Jesus.” I threw up my hands, trying to do anything but wring his neck and add him to the pile of bodies that had acc.u.mulated during my time in the Sun Devils MC. ”It was self-defense, but there would be backlash. Do you want to lose your job? If they find out about Izzy and how you mixed your personal life with your undercover work, what will they say?”
His mouth snapped shut as he began to rub his face. ”Fine. You're right. We all f.u.c.ked up on this one.”
I pulled my knife from my boot. His eyes widened as he backed up.
I swear to s.h.i.+t my patience for this man is hanging on by a thread. ”I'm not going to kill you. This is for the carpet.”
”Oh, okay.” His face softened as his shoulders visibly relaxed.
What type of requirements did they have to get into the FBI? Either his IQ was off the charts but he was lacking in common sense or something wasn't right. I'd like to believe he was a clueless genius. What a G.o.dd.a.m.n oxymoron.