He spotted Curse coming out looking ready to cause trouble. “I had a f**king tight cunt wrapped around my dick. What couldn’t wait ‘til the morning?”
Ripper pointed at the car. “We need to get this shit cleared away.”
“What the f**k happened here?” Curse asked, folding his arms.
Staying silent, Ripper glared at the other man.
“You pulled me away from pu**y and you’re not even going to give me a good reason as to why?”
They were both immovable.
The battle kept on going for several minutes. Neither of them was moving, and Ripper thought about Judi. Shit, he couldn’t leave her alone for too long.
“I owe you. When you need me and can’t go to another brother, I’ll do whatever you need. Please, for f**k’s sake, help me.”
“This has gotten a woman written all over it. You’re not f**king up the code of dicking a minor, are you?”
“Fuck no.” Ripper moved to the truck, sliding open the side door to see the cleaning equipment. “We need to dispose of the body. Don’t give a f**k who he is, but he can’t be found with the car.”
“You want to pretend he left the car to burn?” Curse asked.
“Yeah. Whatever keeps the two separate.”
“This woman must be really f**king special.”
Ripper didn’t know why he didn’t speak the truth to Curse, seeing as the other man would keep it to himself, but then he thought about Judi. She’d called him, no one else. She clearly didn’t want any of the others to know what had gone down, but he hated keeping the secrets. This was not for him to tell but for Judi when she was ready.
“This is not how I envisioned the night after the barbeque. Did you see some of The Skulls? They looked so f**king happy.” Curse kept talking as they worked, moving the body onto a bag to wrap up.
“I saw.”
“Are you still hung up on Lexie?” Curse asked.
“No.” He wasn’t hung up on her. She was a woman he wanted to wet his dick in, nothing more. Lexie was his president’s woman and out of bounds to him.
“Don’t worry. Tiny and his crew headed home. It was fun seeing them. They were shit scared we were going to cause a fuss.” Curse laughed.
Ripper recalled the time they visited Fort Wills and the deal Devil had to make for them all to be good.
For the next couple of hours, they cleaned all the mess then set fire to the car to leave it.
“Cops here always leave these kinds of investigations alone. Burned out car, no sign of anyone coming and going,” Curse said. “There will be nothing leading this shit back to us. They won’t find a body and won’t go looking either.”
“He’s not going to be found any time soon. Do you want a lift back to the club?”
“No, I’ve got shit I got to do.” Ripper pulled his bike out of the back of the truck. “No one needs to know about this shit, promise me?”
“I promise. God, I’m not some f**king pu**y.” Curse left him, heading down the street and out of sight. Straddling his bike, Ripper went to the hotel, knocking on the door and calling out. He stood waiting, looking over his shoulder to see the rising sun.
****
Judi dried her hair coming out of the bathroom after her third shower. Her skin was red raw from all the scrubbing she’d been doing. Every time she looked down she saw the blood over her flesh. She couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her lips nor the panic at the sight. Each shower she scrubbed her skin trying to get the blood and wipe away the memories of what she had done.
Hearing the knock followed by Ripper’s call had her running to the door. She didn’t know why she’d called him instead of Devil, except that her adoptive father would have gotten Lexie involved, and she didn’t the other woman to see her differently.
In the last couple of years she’d grown close to Ripper. He was a sweet man even if he was scary as hell to look at. She doubted he ever smiled. Judi couldn’t remember a time when she saw him smile. He listened, talking to her, but never giving anything of himself away.
She felt safe around him. Judi also knew he’d had a bit of a thing for Lexie, which she would never bring up. Lexie was a beautiful woman, even heavily pregnant. All of the crew adored her, but then she was Devil’s wife. They didn’t really have a choice.
Ripper stepped into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. She saw the state of his clothing.
“The shower is free.”
He didn’t say anything, brushing past her to go to the bathroom. She couldn’t stop looking at his red hair. Never in her life had she found a red-haired man all that attractive, but with Ripper it worked. It didn’t stand out all that much. She couldn’t even believe she was thinking about his hair at a time like this. Ripper was not the kind of man she went for. He was one of Devil’s close friends, including hers. Closing her eyes, she settled on the edge of the bed waiting for him to appear. She wore a robe that she’d found in the hotel.
Ten minutes later, Ripper appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist. He placed the gun onto the bed beside her.
“What the f**k were you doing outside without protection?” he asked, glaring down at her.
She took in his hard muscles. There was a six pack that looked rock hard decorating his abs. Judi knew he worked out. She’d seen him working many times but not given his body much thought. Ink decorated his sides, and she saw the name “Chaos” on one side while on the other “Bleeds” decorated his body in fancy writing. Other tattoos were of snakes, tribal tattoos, and many more.
Each piece of ink was a testament to his time with the crew. The crew went everywhere together. It was only Vincent who settled down to stay with his wife in town.
“You better f**king answer me, Judi. I’m not in the f**king mood to deal with your silent treatment.”
“I wanted to go out for a walk, okay?” She looked up at him, glaring.
“What?”
“I was sick and tired of listening to all of them being so f**king happy.” She stood up putting her hands on her hips. “I can never have that, and I went out for a walk. I didn’t even think. I only wanted to be away from it all. Away from college, away from being a f**king princess, away from it all.” Judi felt like such a bitch for letting her anger get the better of her. This man had taken care of her mess, and all she’d done was shout at him, which he didn’t deserve. “Sorry—”