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ZOMBIE

Two days have passed since I had to leave Lucy at the clubhouse. Trick, Quake, Whiz, and I have been trying to find Martin with no luck. All I want to do is go home and spend a day in bed with my girl, but club business comes first. Especially this club business because it’s what will ensure her safety.

“Have you heard from Undertaker this morning?”

I glance at Trick and nod. “Yeah. No issues. He’ll pick her up at six and get her back to the clubhouse.”

Undertaker might grumble about being on taxi duty, but he doesn’t mind.

“Good.” He moves to the window of the small motel room and peers outside. “They should be back any minute.”

Quake and Whiz went to scout out a new location where Martin might be, based on an address Scrubs uncovered. If the man’s there, we’ll go in, take him out, and get the fuck outta Dodge.

“I hope this is the last location,” I say.

“You and me both, brother.” Trick turns around and looks at me. “Think they got Baker?” he asks, referring to Copper, Sawbone, Pilot, and Goose.

While we’re taking care of Martin, the four of them were flying to Tulum to handle Morris Baker. Martha, his now former housekeeper, was willing to talk. She said that no man was worth being murdered over and spilled her guts as to his location. Apparently, he has another home not far from the one we found him at before, but it’s under a fake name which is why Scrubs hadn’t found it.

“They better,” I snarl. “I really don’t want to have to go to fucking Mexico.”

As if we summoned them, my phone rings, and Sawbone’s name flashes on the screen.

“Tell me he’s dead,” I say when I answer.

“He’s currently shark bait,” the club medic states. “We tossed him out of the plane into the ocean.”

“Good. Now, get home safe.”

“Later, man.”

“Fucker’s shark bait,” I tell Trick.

“Nice.” He settles on one of the chairs around the small round table. “How do you wanna handle Martin when we get him?”

Over the last two days, we’ve brainstormed ideas on how to kill the asshole, but we haven’t agreed on anything. I’ve been kicking around one scenario and decide it’s time to share.

“I’m thinking about asking Lucy if we can take him to the zoo,” I admit.

“Think she’ll be okay with that?”

“Under normal circumstances, no,” I say honestly. “But she’s getting increasingly irritated with everything. He’s still texting her, refusing to leave her alone. She says she doesn’t believe he’s behind the death threats, which continue to pour into her email, by the way, but she’s starting to wonder if she’s wrong.”

“I mean, if she says no, that’s fine, too. It’s not like we don’t have other options.”

“Exactly.”

“Maybe you should call her and ask?” Trick suggests. “That way we can figure something else out if she’s not on board.”

I nod as I tap on her contact info and place the call on speaker.

“Hi,” Lucy says when she answers. “I’m kinda busy. What’s up?”

“I won’t keep you,” I say. “I have a quick question.”

“Shoot.”