Page 19 of Burn Me Down

Chase spit his beer out and laughed as he slapped his knee. “Oh, fuck me. I think I love you, man. You’re seriously so fucking messed up.” That wasn’t a lie. The corner of my mouth turned up as he continued to laugh. “Fuck, if I gave that to Naomi, I’d be the one with a cock shoved up my ass, rather than me giving it to her, ya know?”

“So you don’t think it would be a good gift?”

“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not,” Chase said.

“Forget it.” I turned to march away, but he grabbed my arm. I looked at his hand and then up into his eyes.

“Don’t give me that I’m going to murder you look. We’re friends, remember?” He dropped his hand. “Like I need two Wilders in my life.” I had no idea what that meant. “Look, if you’re doing this for a girl, then ask yourself this. Is there anything about her that seems like she would be happy to have a severed appendage? Even if this guy did do her wrong.”

“No.” I glanced down at the bag and then up at Chase. “Here.” I tossed it at him, and he fumbled it like a hot potato. “Scare one of the guys with it when they get out of line.

“Not a bad idea. See, and you thought you wouldn’t fit in.” Chase laughed.

“Come on, I’ll get you the duffel with all his shit.”

Chase walked beside me toward the Lost Souls clubhouse, and I took the opportunity to look around. The homes back here made it feel like a gated community. Each house had a pretty little lawn, a motorcycle in every driveway, and a few people were even walking dogs. It wasn’t what I expected to find behind the massive, ugly industrial building that was the clubhouse.

“Who lives in these?”

“Members. Not everyone lives on property, but a lot like to be close to one another. We are a family. Why? Are you thinking of moving in?”

I laughed. “Do you want the place burned to the ground?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

“You’re a tough one, but we’ll break you,” Chase said, and I smirked.

“You wouldn’t be the first to try.” I looked at him. “The rest that tried are dead, so I’d keep that in mind.”

“Noted. So what do you have in the duffel?”

“Computer, phone, paperwork, jewelry. You can liquidate whatever you want, but the money in the bank needs to go to an untraceable account.” I opened the trunk of the white sedan and pulled out the duffel, handing it over. “Do you happen to have my new vehicle?”

“In a hurry to get rid of the little white shitbox?”

I glared at Chase. “Don’t call it that. I’ve just had to use it a lot and should change things up.”

“Wow, touchy. Yeah, I have it ready for you.” Chase pointed across the lot to a plain black pickup truck. “You can have that. It’s clean, and the cops aren’t looking for it. Keys are in the visor.” Chase rubbed his bottom lip. “You still good to do the cookout on a couple of buildings?”

I didn’t like leaving Beck alone for an entire day, but I nodded. “Give me a day or two and make sure you have all the items I requested.” I marched away.

“I’ll call you.”

“Righty ho,” I said, smirking as Chase mumbled under his breath. Finding ways to poke at Mathers was a fun game. Like, I would actually give a severed dick to Beck. Smiling, I started my new truck and wheeled it toward the open gate.

I had to admit that killing that asshole felt right. I wonder how many other guys she dated.

It was dark by the time I pulled down Dora’s driveway. I parked and grabbed the bag of takeout food. A parcel was sitting by the front door, and I picked it up on my way inside. Pulling on my leather mask, I tore open the package and walked out to the back shed. When I unlocked the door, I didn’t see Beck, and panic stabbed at me until I heard the shower running and relaxed. Placing the food down, I sat and waited for her to come out.

I’d just taken a bite of my burger when the bathroom door opened, and I almost choked on my food. Beck had a towel twisted up onto her head and another wrapped around her body, but nothing else.

“Jesus,” she swore as she stepped out and spotted me. “Do you ever knock?” I smirked. “Fine, that sounded stupid, but seriously, I could’ve been naked.”

Water was still trickling down her body, her legs damp below the towel barely covering her. The thought of walking in on her naked was making all other thoughts very difficult.

“But you’re not, and I brought food.” I pushed the bag across the table. My cock was begging for a different kind of meal. I could picture tearing the towel off her body, my hands running along her soft skin.