Page 28 of Cougar

It’s the perfect time. I’ve been told the club is in church again, and their whores are in the house—acting as if there isn’t danger lurking in the shadows. It’s closer than they can even tell.

I’ve heard talk about the mole when they think no one is around, listening and hanging on to every word they say in public. They talk about how strange things have become, and how systems are going down. Watching them scramble over my handy work has been beautiful. I did it to keep their eyes off him. To make sure he isn’t found out just yet. The longer this goes on, the more money is made. The hurdle now is he needs to listen to the boss.

What the boss says is what needs to happen. He keeps failing the boss, and I keep saving him, making sure he stays undercover.

He isn’t making our job easier. He’s hiding something, but I can’t figure out what it is. From the small bits and pieces I’ve heard, I know at the very least, the main players in the club are plotting and attempting to find him and take care of him in the only way they know how. The pigs.

They’ll fuck his ass up for everything he’s done. They would beat everything they could out of him, and I don’t know if he would be able to keep his fucking mouth shut when it comes to me.

I keep stewing as I make my way around the building. When I look over, I see them—Butcher’s pride and joys. He told me all about them. How they’re used. How he’s had to listen to the sounds they make when they feed on flesh. It’s something that I don’t want to hear. I have no interest in listening to what it sounds like when they eat up the remains of a bad person the club deems unfit to walk this earth. They are no better than the ones they condemn to death. They act as if they’re better than us simply for the fact they don’t get paid for it. Fucking idiots.

I may not know much about this club outside of what I’ve been told, but I do know one thing—they are nothing without their means of disposal.

Looking at the pigs, and thinking about what needs to be done, I know I need to bide my time for this one. I need to watch and wait for the right time to make sure they are taken care of properly. I have become the master of being a ghost around here. Rarely seen or heard.

I’m the one they should fear, and they have no idea.

The only sound other than the wind rustling the grass is the restless animals feeling the electricity in the air telling them something is about to go down. The horses are kicking the stall doors and creating some chaos to cover the sounds of my movements. They smell the impending death. I need to get in and get out without detection, which is hard when, according to him, the second these fat fucks see a person, they start squealing and begging for food.

That’s when the idea hits me. I know how to kill them all fast and painful. They won’t create anymore more noise than if they were eating. Following the instructions given to me, I make my way to the garage and get three gallons of antifreeze before making my way into the feed shed. Just as I am about to dump a bag of pellets in the bucket, I hear something outside the door. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I freeze. Statue still as I wait, trying to figure out if it’s friend or foe.

Heavy footsteps start to slowly make their way to me. They are full of purpose. I look around for a place to hide or a way to create a distraction, so I can complete my plan. I slowly shift and lower the jugs I brought, pushing them under the workbench as I start to duck under the bench as well. I practically hold my breath as I hear the steps stop for a moment. They are so close; I can hear them breathing. Then, just as heavily and slowly as they walked up to where I was, they recede after grabbing a bag of feed.

I wait for what seems like another hour before I crawl out of my hiding place and start to quickly mix the antifreeze with the feed pellets. I need to get this done now and get these pigs fed so everyone will see the surprise in the morning. I know this will taste sweet, and they won’t even notice until it’s too late. They will suffer and die. Leaving the brothers with nothing to complete their mission.

This may also save him long enough that he can follow the boss’s plan. Because he has an alibi right now, he is with the brothers at church. There is no way he can be here doing this. I will save him again and leave the mindless fuckers scratching their heads.

They truly have no clue how infiltrated they are. I suppress my devilish grin as I listen to all the pigs devour what they don’t know is their last meal.

Thirteen

Aletta

Breathe in, breathe out.

I remind myself to keep calm, but it’s proving harder with each passing moment. How dare she? Who the hell walks up to someone and acts the way she did? Especially to a pregnant woman they don’t know. It’s already fucked up in itself before you add in the little intruder living in my body.

John was reluctant to leave me, but I understood he needed to call church. Unfortunately, the house that is normally filled to the brim with people is empty. They’re probably in another part of the house. I don’t want to go looking, though. I’d hate to run into a kid and snap because I’m already so worked up.

I want to scream. I want to drink. I want to go back and punch that cuntbag in the twat. There are so many other words I want to call her, but what good will they do me now when her bitch ass isn’t here?

I continue to pace when I hear voices coming up from down the hall. I hope they belong to at least one of the girls so I can calm down. I’ve got too much going through my mind to achieve it on my own.

“Ash, babe, come on. I love you, I do, but I don’t want to know about how Willie ate that out of your—”

“Oh no, please. I would love to know how that sentence ends.” I laugh as Bri and Ashlynn stare at me in shock. My guess is they thought they’d be alone walking in here. Oh well. Their shock is my gain. And for a brief moment, a way to clear my head.

“I…uhm,” Ashlynn coughs, “nothing. It’s nothing.”

“No, no. Please.” I pull out a chair and sit, patting the one next to me. I then bring both hands up under my chin, and as sweetly as I can, I say, “Please tell the class about Willie eating—”

“Ass!” she turns to Bri, “You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?”

Bri is trying so hard not to laugh while I take Ashlynn’s name-calling way out of context.

“Oh. What did he eat out of your ass?”

“Ugh! You two are the worst!” she throws up her hands before walking over to the fridge and pulling out bottles of water. She brings them back to the table and hands us each one.

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