Page 28 of Property of Zombie

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ZOMBIE

“You should’ve seen her.”

Groaning, I do my best to tune Whiz out as he tells Quake and Trick about our visit to Lucy’s condo. In the end, she gave us enough etorphine to keep Baker and his housekeeper out of it for today, but the medication won’t last beyond that.

When we went our separate ways from the zoo, Lucy told me she wanted time to think about continuing to help the club, and I let her think I was okay with that. The truth is, if I don’t hear from her by the end of the week, I’ll return to her condo and force the issue.

Why does that make me feel like the biggest bastard on the planet?

“...her for himself.”

“Is that right?” Quake asks, slapping me on the back.

“Is what right?” I ask.

“Must be,” Trick comments with a smirk.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand.

“Whiz says you claimed Lucy for yourself,” the enforcer explains. “Says you’re fucked up over her.”

I shoot a glare at Whiz. “You need to quit running your mouth.”

He shrugs. “I speak the truth, Z, and you know it.”

Morris Baker begins to stir in the chair he’s tied to, and I push off the wall to stride across the space and crouch in front of him.

“Wakey, wakey,” I taunt, smacking his face.

He jolts awake with a jerk of his head, and his eyes widen. “W-who are you?”

“I’m your worst nightmare.”

“Remember, Lyric said not to kill him,” Trick states.

“Kill m-me?”

It’s not often we let people live who’ve been in the chambers, but occasionally, we make an exception. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on in Lyric’s head that he thinks this is a time where an exception needs to be made, but I know he must have his reasons.

As for the housekeeper… her biggest crime is being loyal to her boss. Hard to dish out the ultimate punishment for something we value so highly in our own MC family.

“Weren’t you listening?” Quake demands. “We’re not gonna fucking kill you.”

“We just wanna talk,” I state, rising to my full height. “Now, I’ll untie you if you promise to be a good boy.”

“I p-p-promise.”

I nod at Quake, and he does the honors. When he’s free, Baker rubs his wrists, smearing the blood from the restraints digging into his skin. As if only just remembering that he wasn’t alone when my brothers picked him up, he darts his gaze around the space. His eyes narrow when he sees his housekeeper slumped in a chair on the opposite side of the room.

“What the hell?” he snaps. “Why is Martha here?”

“You have only yourself to blame for that,” Trick says flatly. “We tried to keep her out of this, but apparently, you don’t know how to clean a goddamn toilet and require her services to survive.”

Baker opens and closes his mouth like a damn fish out of water. Finally, he asks, “What do you want from me?”

“It’s very simple really,” I begin. “What is your interest in the factory you’re trying to purchase through Michael Martin?”