Chapter Nine
Curse stood in the room as the man came in. He was wearing a business suit as he looked at the body. Alfred, his name was, and the man didn’t give either him or Death the time of day. He looked over the body, pulled his cell phone out and made a call.
“Hey, boss, yeah, this fucker is dead. No, it wasn’t an easy death. Dale died slow and painfully.” Alfred looked at them. “Are you sure? Okay I’ll handle it.”
The cell phone was pocketed, and Curse faced the man, waiting to see what the outcome was.
“My boss is not happy. Frederick likes to get his own way, and he had a certain torture planned for this man. However, I see you hurt him, and my boss is prepared to let this infraction slide for now.”
“That’s good,” Death said, looking happy.
“He wants to meet with Devil and the rest of Chaos Bleeds.”
There was a noise at the door, and Curse turned to see three people enter wearing all over white protective equipment. Alfred gave them instructions in a foreign language, one that Curse didn’t recognize.
“We need you to strip down. We’ll wash you, remove all evidence, and there are clothes waiting for you out in the hallway,” Alfred said.
“What does your boss want with us?” Curse asked, removing his clothes. He’d never been shy about his body, and getting naked in front of a bunch of strangers didn’t bother him.
“Consider it business, son. Do as you’re told, and everything will go fine.” Alfred spoke to the people. The moment he was naked, Curse closed his eyes as he was washed of all evidence of this.
When he was finished, he was shoved out of the door. Death stood there, holding his clothes.
“I suggest we get dressed and get the fuck out of here,” Death said. “You can go and see Mia, but Devil wants you back at the clubhouse for a meeting. Shit is going to hit the fan with what happened.”
Putting the clothes on, he heard a saw going to work along with the sound of crunching bone.
“Fuck me, let’s get out of here.” Together they made it out of the front door. His bike was parked up, and he straddled the machine. He didn’t ride for long before he parked the bike back up outside of Jerry’s place. There was no car in the driveway, and he looked back at Death.
“He’s at the clubhouse. It’s a business meeting for all of us.”
Nodding, Curse entered the front door. Ashley appeared first, poking her head around the door frame.
“Hey,” she said.
“Where is she?” Curse asked.
“I’m here.” Mia stepped around her friend. Seeing her filled him with relief.
Opening up his arms, she stepped inside them. He held onto her tightly. The bruises on her face and neck made him angry, but the man was dead. Curse knew he couldn’t kill the same man twice.
“I was so worried,” she said.
“I’ve got you.”
“I can’t believe you came for me.” She sobbed the words against his neck. “I didn’t expect you to come for me. I thought I was going to die yesterday.”
Jerking back, he stroked her cheek. “Baby, I’d never leave you like that.”
She wrapped her arms around him, holding on.
Closing his eyes, he did something he’d never done, he sent up a prayer to whoever was willing to listen to him. He didn’t know what he would have done if he’d not gotten there in time. The very thought left him feeling sick and hollow inside.
“We’ll talk more when I get back. I just needed to see you before I went to the clubhouse.”
Ashley gave them privacy walking back into the sitting room. Curse watched her leave before turning back to Mia.
“I’m fine. She’s keeping me company. I don’t want to go home. Too many questions and my mom knows when I’m lying.”
“When I get back from this meeting, we’ve got to talk. There’s stuff you need to know.”
She nodded. “I guessed as much.”
“Stay here. Don’t answer the door to anyone, and whoever keeps ringing the door, call us and we’ll be here as quickly as possible,” he said.
“I will.”
He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Take care.”
Leaving the house, he made sure the door was locked before heading back to his bike.
“Fuck me, you are in love,” Death said.
“Shut your fucking mouth. You don’t know shit.” Straddling his bike, Curse turned the key and headed toward the clubhouse. Death was right behind him. He kept a steady pace and climbed off the bike. Several of the women were standing outside of the building, smoking. He stared at them in their short skirts or shorts. None of them held any appeal to him, and it made him laugh at how much he’d loved fucking them.