Curse's Claim (Chaos Bleeds)(29)

“We burn the body? House fire, bad mains and all that shit?” Ripper asked, stepping around Death.

“No, the cops have already reported there are too many suspicious fires just lately,” Jerry said. “Fredrick has a guy arriving tomorrow. One of us has to stay with the body, and his guy will do whatever’s necessary to make this fucker disappear without a problem.”

“A mass clean up?” Devil asked.

“We get to see the professionals do the job.” Jerry agreed, staring at the body then at Curse. “You’re going to have to stay behind. This guy is a professional, and he’ll get everything off you. I suggest you take a shower and try to keep the shit contained to this room. I’ll also need to talk with you, Devil. Frederick’s pissed, and he wants to know what you’re prepared to do about it.”

“I don’t give a fuck what he wants,” Devil said.

“This is not the kind of man you fuck with.” Jerry didn’t look happy. In fact, the pimp looked positively scared shitless.

Curse shook his head. “What about Mia? She’s covered in evidence.”

“She stays at my place. Melanie is still gone, and she’s not coming back any time soon. I’ll keep an eye on her, and I promise I won’t fuck with her or suggest she become a call girl,” Jerry said.

“I’m going to need to talk to her,” Curse said.

Staying away from her after this was going to be a fucking nightmare.

“You’ve got to think about this, Curse,” Devil said, speaking up.

“What do you mean?” He turned to look at his president. The respect he had for Devil would never disappear, but he also knew that Devil would do whatever needed to be done.

“If she’s your old lady we don’t have a problem.” He waited for Devil to finish. “If she’s not then we’ve got a problem, Curse. She has to go, and I don’t mean on a long vacation. I mean she has to go six feet under the fucking ground.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “She doesn’t need to do that shit.”

“Your call to make,” Devil said.

He stood staring at the mess on the bed and wondered what the fuck had happened in the last couple of hours. Hearing Mia’s pleas for help had awoken the protector inside him. Curse didn’t regret what he’d done. She wasn’t the problem. This mess he’d created was the problem.

“She’s my old lady. You leave her alone, and I’ll deal with her.”

“Are you sure about this, man?” Pussy asked. “An old lady is some serious shit.”

“I’m sure. She’s my old lady.”

Devil stood for several minutes and watched him before nodding. “Fine, she’s an old lady. I’ll make Lexie aware of it, and she’ll talk to Phoebe. They’ll be no keeping her away from everyone.”

“I know. Just give me time. Let me deal with this.” He pointed at the blood and the mess. “Then I’ll handle Mia.”

She would have no choice but to do as she was told.

“Okay. Death, you stay with him, and Pussy, get back to Ashley. Inform her of what is going on. Tell her to keep her crap to herself.”

Pussy agreed and left. One by one the men left, and Death sat outside the door where there was no blood.

“This fucking sucks,” Death said. “I was going to spend the next week fucking. Now, I’ve got to babysit your ass.”

“You were going to fuck not find an excuse to kill something?” Curse walked into the bathroom. He’d need to clean out the glass first or he could just stand under the shower jet.

“You’re not doing a bad job of killing people. I doubt that fucker always looked like that.” Death nodded at the dead body.

“Whatever. I can’t be done with this shit. I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did fuck up. We’re putting a stamp on this town, and you’ve got a dead guy who’s wanted by a man we want fuck all to do with.”

Glaring at Death, Curse didn’t see the use in arguing with him and told him so. “What’s done is done. I can’t change anything or bring him back.”

“Is she worth it?” Death asked, shouting out the question. With his hand on the doorframe, Curse stopped to think about the question. Was Mia worth all this shit? When she smiled and let go for a few seconds, his heart literally stopped. She was so beautiful and had suffered in life.

“Yes, she’s worth it and a hell of a lot more.” He entered the bathroom and started to take a shower.

****

Mia cried as Ashley ran a bath in Jerry’s house. She’d not been here since he’d offered her a chance of becoming a call girl. Wiping her nose, she winced at the pain. Every inch of her body ached or hurt from what had happened.