“Make it quick because I want the Prospect to get to cleaning the room,” Diablo hums, resting his hands on his hips.
“Right,” I say, grabbing the black bag that we have below the table.
“We have Church in the morning, so be ready with your Road name,” Diablo hums.
“Will do.”
Diablo walks out of the room, and we grab the body and take it to the crematory.
What a way to go, right? We’re Satan’s Warriors, so it fits.
“Baby, how are you feeling,” I say, walking over to sit on the bed.
I take her hand and kiss it, looking at her. She looks pale, and she’s been throwing up all morning.
Fuck!
I’m so scared that she’s sick, but she doesn’t want Slash to check her again.
“I’m feeling good; it’s just my ribs; it hurts.”
“Right. But what about the throwing up?”
“Yeah, that doesn’t help, it hurts. My ribs are a bitch.”
“Let me get Slash to look at you. What if you have something else going on, like an internal injury?”
“Kevin, he would have known that when he checked me out.”
“Right. Baby, Diablo asked if I wanted to change my Road name.”
“You said yes, right?”
“Yes, I did. I want you to be happy. Do you have one?”
“Oh hell yes, I have a few. I like devil, danger, lethal.”
“Fuck, you do want it changed. Which one?”
“Lethal. You’re Lethal in lots of ways,” Cherry hums, turning up her lips.
“Fuck! You need to stop looking at me like that.”
“Why?”
“Oh, Baby, I really need you.”
“Yes, yes. I do, too.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Baby, you’re going to do all of the work.”
“You’re so bad.”
“Yeah, but only with you.”
“I like that.”
