FLINT
Ilooked down to see my twin sister’s name flashing on the screen. “Where are you and Raven?” I asked. “I thought you were going to be here an hour ago.”
“We’re on our way,” she said. “Or we were. Something’s wrong with the Jeep. Can you come take a look?” I suddenly felt nervous, and I knew it was because Blaze was nervous. Twin shit was weird sometimes.
“Yeah, send me your location. I’ll be right there.”
“Don’t bring Dad,” she whispered.
Mother. Fucker.
“I won’t. On my way,” I promised.
Then I called Dash. “Meet me out front without drawing attention. Blaze called and said something’s wrong with the Jeep, but I think it’s more than that.”
“Do I need to grab Phoenix?” he asked.
“She asked me not to bring him.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’ll be right there.”
Twenty minutes later, I turned into a parking lot to find Blaze and Raven standing beside Blaze’s Jeep with music blaring and towels awkwardly hanging from the doors.
“I don’t even fucking know what to expect,” Dash said before he got out. “Turn the fucking music down!”
Raven: We can’t. The guy stuck under the Jeep won’t stop screaming and we can’t hit him hard enough to knock him out. Please help.
Dash: Who is it?
How cute. They started a group chat for body removal.
Blaze: Jason Morris
“Fucking hell,” I heard Dash yell as he stomped back to my truck. He grabbed a tire iron from the bed and returned to the Jeep.
It took more than one hit, but Dash finally stood and gave us a satisfied nod.
Raven started talking the moment Blaze turned down the music. “He’s stuck. We’re not sure how.”
“Can you tell us something we don’t know?” Dash asked.
“That’s all that’s relevant at this time. We can explain the details at the clubhouse.”
“This better be fucking good,” he grumbled. “Flint, you got a jack?”
Jason wasn’t as stuck as we originally thought. Part of his hoodie, and only a little bit of him, got caught underneath her Jeep, but he slid out easily after we cut his hoodie off.
“What were your original plans?” Dash asked.
“We were going to bring him to the clubhouse,” Raven said.
“We didn’t mean to run him over. Well, I did, but not until he recognized us and ran. Originally, we were just going to jump him.”
“And what were you going to do if the cops showed up before we did?”
“Tell them he tried to attack us. He’s already done it once.”
“You should’ve let the club handle Jason,” Dash said. I couldn’t tell if he was scolding them or giving them advice for next time.
“We tried to,” Blaze said. “But it’s been weeks, and he’s still out there living his life with no consequences.”
Dash pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled deeply.
“We’ve been watching him,” I said. “But we’ve been responsible for a lot of bodies over the last few weeks. We were trying to space them out.”
“Bodies?” Raven asked. “When did No Nuts become plural?”
“Will,” I said simply.
“Who?” they asked.
“Will Woods, the guy who attacked Macy at the diner because we beat up his brother Willy,” I explained. “He also had a history with Tawny.”
“We didn’t hear about that,” Blaze said.
“Exactly.”
Dash shook his head. “Follow us back to the clubhouse. Stay right behind us. No bullshit. No stunts.”
“Promise.”
I glanced at the time when we were close to the clubhouse. “How do you want to do this?” I asked. “Ariel is probably at the back door waiting to sneak in for Ink’s surprise proposal right now.”
“We’ll still go around back,” Dash said. “I’ll get Ember to reroute Ariel.”
“What about Blaze and Raven?”
“They need to go in the front and join the party. I’ll text Raven.”
“Should probably let my dad know we’re bringing in a guest.”
“Already did.”
“What did he say?” I chuckled.
“Not much, surprisingly. He said to put him in the basement, and we’d deal with it after the surprise.”
Other than Jason waking up and screaming like a banshee as we drove by the clubhouse, everything was going according to plan.
Until an hour later when I got a text message from Blaze.
Blaze: Can you come to the basement?
Fuck. I could only imagine what she had done.
Without a word, I nudged Dad with my elbow and showed him the text from Blaze. Dad closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Text Dash.”
Dash met us in the hallway. “What’s going on now?”
“We’re about to find out,” Dad said and unlocked the door to the basement.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Blaze and Raven waved at us with blood-covered hands as Jason Morris’s lifeless body lay at their feet. “What’s the clean-up protocol?”