Page 18 of Sinister Red

And no one would put it past Marbles to have it happen again.

“I guess that works.” I sigh as I drop into the seat and close the door.

“Sure as fuck does. I’m gonna get Morty to love me enough for kisses at some point, face mangling be damned.”

“Idiot.”

“Never claimed to be nothing but.”

“So, now what?”

Marbles turns to me, his lips barely hanging on as they try to twist into a grin. “We find a place to get rid of the Demon Seed piece of shitandget me fixed up.”

Judging by the way this twisted motherfucker’s mismatched eyes glint in mischief, I have a feeling he already knows where we’re going.

Fucking great.

CHAPTERFOUR

SAM

“Would you slow the fuck down?”I grunt as my ass lifts off the seat—again—while I white knuckle the fuck out of the door handle.

Marbles just cackles and takes a sharp right turn, accelerating through it and causing the Caddy to fishtail up the gravel driveway alongside Berk Funeral Home.

I had a feeling this was his plan. Not the wholedriving like a maniac with a dead body in the trunkpart, that’s basically par for the course with Marbles, but after Tank met with Berk at the clubhouse a few days ago, my best friend hasn’t shut up about coming here.

Part of that is because he’s a twisted, morbid fucker who has a million questions about anything he’s unfamiliar with but piques his curiosity, and the other part is because Marbles knows I kissed Sofie.

Asshole has been looking for a reason to come back out here, even more so after he overheard Tank and Berk talking about Harlow, and disposing of a dead body probably seemed like a pretty damn good reason to drop in on them.

Perks of being in the Kings, but if Berk is actually home, then we’re going to have issues.

He’ll do what we want him to, but he’ll be pissed it’s me and Marbles, then he’ll be more pissed when Berk finds out this wasn’t a sanctioned hit, could potentially start a club war, and our president and VP have no clue we came out here.

Should make for a real interesting night.

“Where’s the oven?” my best friend asks as he slams on the brakes smack dab between the funeral home and little bungalow house.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?”

Marbles looks at me with an arched brow.

“I didn’t get a tour, man. We were only in the one room and when her dad called, I split.”

“Then this is a good spot to park until we figure it out.”

Before I can even open my mouth, the crazy son of a bitch throws open his door, practically jumps out of the car, and starts barreling toward the bungalow.

Goddamnit.

I hop out as quickly as I can, leave the car idling since Marbles couldn’t even shut the damn thing off, then jog after my best friend.

“Hey, Doc!” Marbles runs up the front steps and starts pounding on the door. “Open up. Got a late-night project for you!”

“Shut up, man.” I grunt as I stop next to him. “You’re going to cause a fucking scene.”

Ignoring me completely, my best friend pounds on the door again, but before he can yell anymore, it swings open to reveal two very flustered, wide-eyed women. Women who are surprised as hell and wearing pajamas.

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