One
Wolf
My phone rings non-stop in my pocket to the point I want to shoot the fucking thing. I look up at Gauge, one my brothers but he just laughs. Bastard.
“You need to take that, Princess?” Sly, our president asks. I flip him off and turn back to what I was doing.
“Jesus, what the fuck is happenin’ in your pants, brother?” Mayhem chuckles. Mayhem is from the No Cal Chapter of the Soulless Bastards. He came out to help us with a situation that started over on his side of the country. Not that I don’t like the bastard, but he can be annoying as hell.
“Don’t you have shit to do?” I ask looking over at him.
“Jesus. What the fuck is this? A slip n slide from hell?” He nods at the plastic that’s laid out on the floor of the warehouse covered in blood. “Where’s the body?”
“Right there,” I nod to one of the pieces.
“Is that a dick?” He asks narrowing his eyes at one of the pieces.
“Fuck if I know! I was told to chop it up, so I did,” I shrug.
“Looks like you stuck that fucker in the garbage disposal,” he adds while lighting up a joint.
“Dec wanted to see it was over with, there’s your man,” Sly adds pointing at the many parts that are now shark food. No one will find his ass after we haul him out on the boat and dump him. Mayhem nods blowing smoke into the air as he glances over at me.
“Want some company out on the boat?” I shrug and bend down to roll the plastic up.
“Unless you’re in a hurry to get back,” I say through a grunt.
“Nope. I’m gonna enjoy the time off.” I nod my head and finish rolling the plastic up tossing the pieces of the body into a bucket. Gauge chuckles when I look up at him.
“What?”
“You just gonna throw them in there like that?”
“Why the fuck not? Fish food, brother. That’s all it is.” The guys laugh as Mayhem helps me load the plastic into another bag that’s already been weighted down. This shit will sink to the bottom of the sea with the rest of them. That’s kind of the beauty of being where we are. If we don’t want it found, you won’t find it. I never scatter them in the same place twice. Why should I when there’s a whole fucking ocean out there waiting for me.
“I’ll see you back at the clubhouse. I need to make some calls,” Sly says slapping a hand on my shoulder. I nod and grab the handle of the buckets nodding toward the bag.
“Grab that, yeah?” Mayhem moves to lift it, tossing it over his shoulder as if it weighs nothing. I smirk and lead him out of the warehouse and toward the docks. Thank fuck ours are private docks.
“Never knew the ocean could look so different across the fuckin’ country,” Mayhem says as he takes in the water.
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s like a different blue and everything, brother.” I climb onto the boat and set the buckets down before reaching for the bag that he passes me. He climbs on and I start it up.
“Ever dump bodies out there?” I ask curious now.
“Nope. First time,” he says with a smirk. I pull the boat away from the dock and take off out into the ocean. I love coming out here. There’s just something about being out in the open with the fresh air that soothes you. Or at least it does me.
“What’s Cali like?” I ask looking over at him. He reaches up and pulls his long blond hair back and secures it.
“Fuckin’ hot as fuck. It’s home though. I’ve traveled some but nothin’ feels like home but there, you know?” I nod my head knowing that feeling.
“You got an old lady back home, yeah?”
“Yeah. Taylor. She’s a hellion.”
“Heard that.”
“What about you?”
“Yeah, I got one. Fiancé. That’s why the phone keeps ringin’,” I tell him with a smile.
“Keepin’ tabs on your ass already and you ain’t even married? Goddamn that is gonna fuckin’ suck for you later,” he laughs.
“Why is that?”
“She’s a stalker, brother.” Just as he says it the phone rings again. It won’t be much longer, and I’ll lose service out here. Another plus of being out on the boat. “Told you!”
I shake my head and blow out a breath before I say, “Feels that way sometimes. She don’t like the club shit. She don’t like half the brothers there. She don’t like much of anything. Wants shit her way or no way.”
“Sounds like she isn’t worth marryin’ then.” I let that sink in as I cruise the boat out a little further. Lauren is a good girl. She just doesn’t like what I do. In fact, she doesn’t like much of anything. When I’ve found a spot I like, I kill the engine of the boat and just float.
“This it?” Mayhem asks looking around.
“Yep. Just drop it and go. Fuckin’ sharks and shit will eat that up in the matter of minutes. No one will ever find his ass now. What did he do anyway?” I ask as I grab a bucket and sprinkle it over the edge. Mayhem moves to the other and does the same.
“He was runnin’ with some traffickers. So Cal was on that shit for a while and thought they got them all. This fuck snuck off apparently and when we heard intel that he was up this way, we called Sly in.”
“Traffickin’ women?” I ask. He nods his head, a pissed off look in his eye. “Fuck. Now I’m glad I chopped his ass up.” We toss the bag over the edge and watch as it sinks to the bottom. Each of us taking a bucket, we dip them in the water to wash them out.
“You stickin’ around a while?” I ask Mayhem as I make my way back to the front of the boat.
“Probably not. My girl will be pissed if I stay away too long.”
“Heard that. I’m just glad I’m workin’ at the shop tonight.”
“Oh, that’s right. You’re the tattoo artist, yeah?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
Two
Krista
I step into the shop and walk up to the counter. The blue haired girl smiles at me.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m wanting to get a tattoo. Do you have someone available?”
“Wolf has time. He’ll be with you in a few minutes. Fill this out and I’ll need your ID,” she says passing me a clipboard. I pull my ID out of my pocket and pass it to her. It doesn’t take me long to fill it out and hand it back. “You can look around. He’ll call you when he’s ready.” I nod and glance around the shop. It’s extremely clean which is what I’ve heard and why I decided to come here. As I’m looking at photos and things, I see the little girl sitting on the chair. A man is bent over her, talking so sweetly that it shocks me.
“You are gonna have the prettiest ears in school, you know that?” he asks. The little girl giggles.
“Is it going to hurt?” She asks, her big brown eyes beaming up at him as he gets his things together.
“It’ll be a little pinch. Not a big one. And I know how to do it super-fast,” he tells her. She smiles as who I assume is her mom turns and smiles at me. I’ve never seen a man take such time and be so patient with a kid before. I’ve been to several tattoo parlors and had many piercings but there’s just something about this guy that is different.