Page 41 of Dr Feel Good
Glamor let out a muffled scream, while Munny gurgled, choking on her own blood, until her body went limp.
“Impressive,” I said, walking to Munny’s corpse and pulling the knife out, the gush of blood from her throat not fazing me. Handing the weapon back to my sister, I said, “Ruthless, just like the real Aphrodite.”
Though Athena was heralded as the Greeks’ sole Goddess of War, Aphrodite, too, was seen as a Goddess of War in certain cities. Particularly, Sparta and Taras, where she was known asAphrodite Areia, aka,Aphrodite the Warlike. Perhaps, Lake was due for a name change, as not only did she share the Goddess’s beauty, but her Spartan bloodlust.
Lake shrugged, wiping the blood off on her black jeans. “I have to do my namesake proud. Now it’s time you do yours justice and deal with that bitch.”
She used her chin to point at Glamor, who was sobbing hysterically. I rolled my eyes. Tears wouldn’t save her.
“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed, jabbing my fingers into a cut on her stomach and twisting, the jolt to her exposed nerve endings making her screech. “If you didn’t want to be in this goddamn room, you shouldn’t have betrayed me.”
I yanked my fingers out, wrinkling my nose as she pissed herself. For a moment, I considered taking her gag out so she could say her final words, but I decided that would be too kind. So, I took out my own knife. But, unlike Lake, I wasn’t feeling merciful. Glamor had been the closest to Fendi, and since that traitor had gone and gotten herself killed, her best friend would have to face punishment in her stead. My final form of vengeance would be quick, but painful.
I stuck my blade in Glamor’s eye; her scream was bloodcurdling even with the gag. She thrashed with more strength than she should have, the chain holding her up swaying. It did no good, and seconds later, I took out her other eye.
“Fucking ouch,” Lake said, the whiny note in her voice making me scowl over my shoulder. “You could’ve given me a warning. I hate seeing shit go into people’s eyes.”
“Feel free to leave while I finish up,” I replied, putting an end to Glamor’s useless shrieking by slitting her throat.
“Seems like that won’t be necessary,” Lake said, frowning at the gore in the room. “Can we go now? It fucking stinks in here.”
“So prissy,” I admonished, though I headed to the door and held it open for my little sister, sunlight from the nearby window streaming into the room. “After you.”
She left the room, and I followed closely behind her.
“Glamor and Munny are dead,” I announced as I entered the main room ofThe Haven, smirking at the whoops and hollers. “Aphrodite and I are heading home. I want their bodies gone and the room cleared by tomorrow evening.”
“You got it, Prez,” Beamer, the resident cleaner, said. “It’ll be brand fucking new by tomorrow morning.”
“Always the overachiever,” I teased, before heading to the entrance with Lake in tow, leaving my club members to deal with the bodies of the dead traitors.
The walk to the trailer was short and silent. I’d made sure the path to the trailer park on club grounds was paved, and just a ten-minute trek fromThe Haven. Some members and club ass lived in the park, though my three-bedroom triple-wide was easily the biggest, and the only one with a fenced-in yard. If it wasn’t for Bob the Biter, I wouldn’t give a fuck about enclosing my home and just rely on the fences around the club grounds’ perimeter.
“We’re home,” Lake announced as we entered the triple-wide.
Bob immediately came running up to us, his tail wagging and tongue lolled out as he clambered for our attention. Once I scratched behind his ear, and Lake rubbed his head, he was satisfied to return to his oversized dog bed.
“Traitors are dead,” she continued when she saw Juno, who was sitting on the couch watching TV.
Juno’s lips pursed into a pout. “I should’ve been there, too.”
“You were there yesterday, so hush,” I ordered, sniffing the air as something delicious entered my nostrils. “What’s cooking?”
“Mama finally gave me her potpie recipe, so I’m making it for y’all,” Estelle said as she exited the kitchen, her Tennessee accent making her sound like an old-school southern belle. When she saw the blood on me and Lake, she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Absolutely not.”
Lake cocked a brow. “What?”
“You two aren’t sitting at the table looking like that. Bathroom, now,” she ordered, pointing to the hallway.
“Still bossy, lil’ cuz,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips.
Long ago, she’d told me bossiness was the only way to get a handle on her brothers, and by the time her little sister had come along, it was too ingrained in her for it to go away.
“Now,” she reiterated, putting more emphasis on the word.
Lake and I exchanged a glance and nodded as we decided to humor her. We didn’t see her often, and in two days, she’d be back in Memphis. So, to make our little cousin happy, I headed off to my en suite bathroom, while Lake went and made use of the hallway bath.
The blood of my enemies washed down the drain, Athena could take a rest until tomorrow, allowing Michelle to return to the forefront.
