“He said they’re for thugs,” Glory mumbled, turning her face to speak.
“Aw, Deano, Tone, you guys are thugs, apparently.”
They both laughed, and seriously, this was going on for far too long. It was like some kind of comedy skit, only I wasn’t finding it funny, not at all.
“So there’s nothing you can show us that she can walk away having seen?”
They all looked at each other.
“No evidence of murders, bruv. That’s crime 101. You do the killing, and you make them disappear. After Danno carved him up for a while, he bled out, and that’s when he was dismembered and disposed of. I promise you, he was in more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle.”
Seb snorted. “Meat puzzles, we call them. Especially if-”
“Oh god! Don’t tell me anything more!” Glory blurted, burying her face in my chest again.
“Was it enough,” Samuel asked, his voice low and gentle, despite him being a big brute of a fucker.
He waited for Glory to look at him, and he raised his eyebrows.
“He’s very dead, love. We all helped him die, and it was a thing of beauty. He’s gone. Never coming back. You need to start kicking him in the nads in these dreams, and telling him to fuck off, yeah?”
She giggled, tucking her face against my chest again. I had no idea how he’d made her laugh, or why he’d even tried, but I was strangely grateful for it.
“We done? There’s a fucker in there who’s not getting any deader.”
Samuel, as it turned out, was not as bad as I thought, while Seb was clearly just a prick.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
Seb smirked. “Make sure you remember how accommodating we were, bruv. We might need a hand with something later.”
Why did that thought send a chill down my spine?
“You want a deal on glamping, I can make that happen.”
“Glamping? What the fuck is that? Is it a kinky thing? If so, I’m in.”
“Perv. It’s posh camping, innit.”
“Sammy, I’d love to know how you know that, bruv.”
We were backing away as they bantered with each other, but both pairs of disturbing dark eyes suddenly fixed on us again.
“Go live your lives. We call, you answer. That’s how it works.”
Jesus fuck. We got the hell out of there, but suddenly we were on their speed dial, and I didn’t like it one bit.
Glory
The ride home waswonderful. I was really getting to love how it felt to be wrapped around Henley, while we roared down roads, leaning around the bends, and rushing at speed when it was clear.
When we stopped, it wasn’t at home, it was at the building site that was apparently their clubhouse. As soon as we were both on solid ground again, Henley led me in the direction of a hut that was off to the side of the ongoing building, which was unbearably loud with whatever the hell they were using powertools to do. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but clearly our destination was the office.
“Pres?”
A voice yelled from inside, and Henley led me inside.
“Afternoon, prospect. Hi Glory, how’s you?”
