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“I’ll wait for your message before I send out the news.” Savage hangs up the phone, looking around the table.
“That went better than I anticipated,” Loyal admits.
“He would have done the same thing. He had no room to argue. It’s not like it was a valued member,” Tiny says.
“What did you do with the body?” I ask Savage.
“I left it for you. Take some brothers and handle it the way you choose. It’s in the back warehouse.”
I nod. “Are we adjourned?”
He bangs his gavel. “We are now.”
“I’ll go with you,” Loyal says.
“Me too,” Tiny adds.
As soon as I step out, I find Happy waiting.
“I want in on whatever it is you’re doing,” he tells me.
“How did you know?” I ask.
“Who do you think brought the body? The girls are distracting Cami. We have two hours.” He nods toward the entertainment room.
I’m so grateful she has the girls. They have really broken her out of her shell.
I fight the urge to go with her, knowing I need to deal with this first.
We all head out to the back warehouse. As soon as we step inside, I see the traitor in the middle of the room on the floor. He’s bloody, and you can’t even identify him with his skull caved in, but the anger inside of me says I could go another round with him and still have some left over.
“Find his Lotus tattoo. I want it cut off and burned.”
The guys are in motion as they put on their white painters’ coveralls. I do the same, not willing to let this man taint anything else in my life.
Tiny and Loyal work on the tattoo as Happy comes to my side.
“You still friends with that guy who takes donated human flesh?” I ask.
Happy nods. “He would love a donation. His freezer was pretty empty last time I was there.”
I like the idea of that. When Happy used to travel, he’d meet all sorts of people. He met one guy who enjoys eating flesh from time to time. At first, Happy thought he would have to take the guy out. Then he found out that the guy only takes flesh from donations of people already dead.
Today, he is going to be the best way to get rid of this asshole. I like the thought that he will be someone else’s shit by the time this is over.
“Let’s give him as much as he wants. Carve him up and leave whatever is left at the landfill.”
“Let’s get to work then.”
One Week Later
“Come on, we are going to be late.” Fang kisses me as he pulls me from our room.
“I think they will start the movie without us so we could stay here.” I try to tempt him.
“Nope. They will wait for us. Let’s go.” He pulls me down the hall.
It’s been a week since everything went down. My physical bruises have faded, and it hurts less when I breathe, but I’m still having nightmares about the whole situation, so I’ve been staying with Fang and avoiding my dorm room. My suspension is up, but I haven’t gone back to class either.
