in the head again. And again. And again. I smelled blood, but it was in the garbage bag, so that was okay. It didn’t smell like a lot of blood, so I wasn’t worried about it leaking out.
I looked at the time on my microwave — 4:17 — and stood and listened to his heart. Still strong, and much too fast. The rotten, putrid scent of fear permeated my apartment, along with the sharp tang of the other man’s piss. The man in the living area’s heart had stopped beating, so I didn’t worry about keeping an eye on him.
My focus was entirely on the asshole in the kitchen, who was still trying to breathe. I watched the bag suck in and out over his mouth and nose. Thankfully, the asshole never regained consciousness, so I stood and watched until he ran out of air in the bag and finally died.
His heart stopped beating at 4:23. My first thought was to wrap the men up in something and toss them in the dumpster, but I’d recently been questioned by the police about a dead body found in the dumpster. I’d had an alibi for that one, but I wouldn’t have an alibi this time.
I took the garbage bag off the throat of the man in my kitchen and put his legs into it. He was tall, and two bags weren’t enough to fully cover him. I took the box into the living room and used two garbage bags to contain the man in there as well. He was shorter, so I could tie the two drawstrings together and he was mostly contained.
I needed help. Bobcat had been clear that I was to call the MC if I was ever in trouble. He’d tried to get me to move out of this apartment and into one he deemed safer, but this was my home and I’d be damned if anyone would chase me out of it. The rent was cheap, it wasn’t far from work, and all my stuff was here.
With Bobcat away, I should call Dementor, but I hadn’t been around him enough to trust him.
I blew out a breath, went to my bedroom for my phone, pulled up the app Squatch had put on my phone a few days after I was hired, and called the giant werewolf. Well, he’s a giant in human form. I’d never actually seen him in wolf form, but I assumed he’d be big as a wolf, too.
“Yo.” His deep, growly voice always went straight to my clit, but I couldn’t let that sidetrack me.
“I have a situation.”
He didn’t say anything for a few beats. It sounded like he was walking into another room.
“You okay?”
“Physically? Yeah, but I’m going to need help to keep it that way.”
“Looks like you’re at your apartment. You just need me, or is this going to take more of us?”
He didn’t ask me why I needed him, he only asked how many people to bring. My eyes teared up a little, but I pushed my emotions down. I worked for them and they protected their people. That was all this was.
“I’m not sure. The emergency is over though, so you can figure that out once you’re here.” I blew out a breath. “We probably need a truck. Something that can be cleaned after we move something. Possibly large garbage bags, if you have them. My kitchen-sized bags aren’t enough.”
“How many somethings are we dealing with?”
“Two.”
“Sit tight. I’ll be there as quick as I can.”
Chapter Two
Squatch
My inner wolf was thrilled she’d called me when she needed help.
We aren’t supposed to fall for our employees — especially not the strippers and working girls. The MC doesn’t have rules against it, but we’re all advised to keep emotional distance with them. We pay them if we want to fuck them, and we don’t get involved. Simple.
But this little tiger pulled at my emotions and there was nothing I could do about it.
Daffodil was still in my bed. I roused her, walked her home, and then stepped into the clubhouse control room. Mad Dog was manning it, leaned back in his chair, scanning four rows of five monitors. Watching.
“Kitty says she has a situation. I don’t know the details. She seems to think it’ll require a truck that can be cleaned, and extra-large garbage bags. I’m gonna take the van. She seems calm, so I’ll go alone.”
We have a black van with no textiles in the back. Looks normal from the outside, but