Page 10 of Haunting Phantom
“Pinhead, where we at with the club financials?”
Pinhead looks at his book of numbers and shakes his head. “Tow service is doing great as always, and because of the chop shop, shit has never looked better.” He shoots Drac a proud look. The man built his own profitable business after buying an old scrapyard. Now it was the club’s main business. “Stealing that last shipment back got our suppliers back on board. Guess the Misfits burned a few bridges with them, and now they are looking at us to start doing some errands for them.
“Whose gonna be in charge of errands this time?” Drac questions.
He means stolen goods. I didn’t know shit about that side of the club until after I died, and had to sit through all these stupid club meetings.
“Shipment is locked and ready for transport,” Pinhead informs them. “Hannibal, Voorhees, and I are all on the next run.”
Drac nods. The man keeps his nose relatively clean. Someone has to be the face for the community, and now that Mr. Prezie Poo has a Mrs. Drac and a pint-sized crotch goblin, and another semen seed on the way, he’s been trying to steer the club away from the shadier business transactions.
“A few more shipments and we should be set for years. This next one is going to be big.”
“If the Misfits or Moseley don’t get wind of it,” Krampus grumbles.
“They won’t,” Pinhead argues.
“Moseley knows everything that goes on in this town, and even though we found the mole and got rid of her, I know he’s got spies everywhere. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has one in the room now.”
They all look around, each one staring at the brother next to them to see if they are somehow the rat.
“If there’s a rat in our ranks, I’ll fucking flush them out,” Voorhees exclaims.
Nobody moves. If someone is against the club, they aren’t sitting amongst us. If I had to guess, my money would be on one of the lower-ranking members sitting in the club hall, or maybe even one of the triplets… if not all. Those prospects look fucking shifty.
“My money’s on Creature, Hyde, or Bates,”Damien shouts from the corner.
Krueger nods his head in silence, looking at his son for guidance that doesn’t come.
“Has Jaws got the cameras installed yet?”
Hannibal nods. “We’re working on it. It’s kinda hard to install cameras when people never sleep.”
Drac runs a hand over his face. “Make sure that shit gets done soon. I need some eyes and ears on the shop and clubhouse, especially now that I’m hardly ever here.”
“You don’t need to be, Prez. That’s what Krampus and I are here for. We got your back,” Voorhees informs him.
Drac silently stands there for a minute before shaking his head. “Alright, let's get things moving. I wanna get these last few shipments out so we can start moving towards more legit endeavors, and I need those cameras up fucking ASAP. I’m tired of shit getting leaked to Moseley and the Misfits, and our club suffering because of it.”
Most of the council agrees, but there are some in the club who have way too much fun being bad. They didn’t join because they love to ride; they joined because they like to cause trouble and mayhem.
“Meeting adjourned.”
They all rise and start off in different directions.
Damn it, I wasn’t done with my meditation yet!
As they file out of the room, Damien stands behind Creeper and winks, nodding his head slightly to the second best fuck I’ve ever had.
“You're welcome,”he whispers. That shit-eating grin can go kick rocks for all I care.
I shoot Krueger a look of disgust, but the old man’s too focused on his son to see me.
“Please tell me you weren’t inside him the whole time.”
Damien shrugs and then charismatically moves closer.“Just remember, Dollface, once you have poltersex, you’ll never goliving again. Us ghosts are always stiff, have never-ending stamina, and we never fucking sleep.”He moves a strand of hair off my shoulder and smirks.“I’ll make you hit that high note you only make when you cum. All you have to do is invite me in.”
Before I can wash the ick off me, he disappears through one of the walls, leaving me hot, bothered, and ready to take a bath. Too bad ghosts can’t take showers, because I need an ice bath right about now.
