Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,59

his head indicating I should follow him. In the main room, Thor and Preacher are slipping on latex gloves, just as Honor walks in through the front door carrying a bottle and a roll of paper towel.

Thor looks my way. “What did you do when you were here, Road? When you came in with your busted knee?”

I point. “Sat there. Didn’t touch anything except the arm of the sofa.” I watch as Honor carefully cleans anything my hand might have landed on. “Oh, and I had a drink of water.”

“Already got the dishwasher running with all the glassware in there,” Preacher confirms.

“When you take the girl out, I’ll clean anything in the bedroom, strip the bed and throw the sheets,” the enforcer informs the VP.

“Best do the bathroom, too, Thor.”

The enforcer raises his chin, showing that’s in his plan.

To me, Snatcher explains, “We’re leaving the bodies here, weapons too. The guns are untraceable unless Preacher hadn’t been doing his job properly.” Overhearing, Preacher raises his middle finger at his VP.

“We’re leaving them here for the cops to find? What will they think?”

“Home invasion or a fight among themselves.” He looks at me and smirks. “They’re not exactly upstanding citizens and I doubt the cops will waste much time trying to find who’s responsible. We’ll have removed all signs that we’ve been here.”

“No cameras or security systems,” Piston confirms, after carefully examining the door.

It goes against the grain leaving bodies where they can be found, but they seem to know what they’re doing. I’m looking around, wondering if there’s anything they, or I had missed, when I hear the sound of a back door slamming shut. It makes me jump.

“That will be Swift taking the girl out the back way. She doesn’t need to see what’s in here.” Snatcher looks down at Weaver, his face tight. “Fuckin’ assholes got off too lightly for the damage they’ve done to that kid.”

It seems he and I agree entirely.

“All done here, VP.” Thor casts a careful eye around the room.

“Right, you’re with us, Road. Piston, go with Swift and drop the kid back home. We’ll go back to the Airbnb.”

“We’re not going straight to the airport?”

“It’s already late, Road.” Preacher appears. “I need someone on the ground back home to guide us in. That’s best done in daylight.”

I suppose that makes sense.

After everyone’s done a final check around, I follow Snatcher out the front door, not sorry to be leaving this house of kidnap and death. As I sit in one of the rear seats of the seven-seater SUV, I rest back my head, thinking about the whirlwind day I’ve had. First the flight, then purposefully putting my knee out, and yeah, there’s still a residual ache. Then killing two men while Swift took out Weaver and seeing that poor kid rescued. I couldn’t feel any sympathy or remorse for the lives I ended, just the remnants of exhilaration that I’d been part of the team. One wrong righted in the world. I’d do it again in an instant.

What I knew I’d miss most about racing was the adrenaline rush. If this is the kind of shit the Utah chapter routinely does, maybe they do have something to offer that can replace what I’d lost.

How they sprang into action, that the plane was on standby and not mothballed led me to believe this is nothing out of the ordinary for them. They aren’t law enforcement or have connections with them, I’m certain of that. The evidence being that they have left bodies in the house and didn’t call on the local cops for backup or help.

If this type of work is what they’re offering me to be part of, would I want to sign up? Managing a strip club in Tucson doesn’t really come close, though I suppose there is danger involved when one of the dancers swears her diamanté thong has been stolen by another stripper. There have been too many times I’ve broken up fights between two clawing and spitting women.

“Come on.” A prod on my arm makes me start and I realise I must have dropped off. With a yawn, I unfold my body and slide out of the seat. Once standing, I stretch.

“Pizzas are on their way. Didn’t know if you had any particular preference as you were asleep.”

“Yeah, you looked so peaceful, mouth open, snoring…” Rascal’s laughing, the jerk.

“Could hardly hear myself ordering,” Preacher joins in.

In an adult manner, I show them my finger, but you know what it