Chapter Twenty-Six

Taco

I stood inside the clubhouse with Hazel while Bone and the guys dealt with the dead guy in the casket outside.

There was a sentence I never thought I’d fucking think.

Hazel stood beside me with her arms wrapped around herself, staring through the window. After a minute, she looked at me. “Taco?”

“Yeah?”

“What in the world is going on?”

I shoved my hands into my pockets. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Hazel. This is only my second surprise dead-guy-in-a-casket situation, so I’m not really sure what the protocol is.”

She slowly turned her head and stared at me.

I shrugged. “First one didn’t come with instructions either.”

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