fine to me. Seems more like there should be a body here," he went on, moving forward toward the woods.
"Andres..." Danny said.
"Naw naw, check your... friend over for wounds," A said, searching the tree line. "I'll just be, oh there you are. Young fucker," he called, nodding toward us. "Seen him around."
"Where?" I asked.
"Does he work for someone?" Danny asked at the same time as A moved back toward us.
"Seen 'em in your neck of the woods," A said, nodding toward Danny. "Doesn't seem to run with any crew. Saw 'em shoplifting some vodka once. Cheap shit, too. If you're gonna steal something, why not go for the good shit?" he asked, shaking his head. "Well, it's lucky I was on the way back. Don't see any backup showing up for you two."
"We were just discussing that."
"I can handle it for you," A offered.
"No." That came from the two of us at the same time.
"I'm hurt," A said, pressing a hand to his heart.
"No offense, but I don't know you well enough to owe you, Andres," Danny said.
"And last time I saw you, you were fresh off of kidnapping one of the club princesses."
"Hey, she's no worse for the wear," A said. "If anything, I believe I'm owed a thank you for getting her and that cage fighter together."
"Yeah, sure," I said, snorting.
"What? You think I'd put it on ice to use against you in the future?" A asked.
"Well, now I do," Danny said, rolling her eyes, getting a low chuckle from A.
"Why don't you come with then?" A suggested. "I'll drop you in a location. You handle it from there."
"Why would you help us?"
"Hey, everyone has allies in this town, why can't I work on some good relations with the locals?" A said, shrugging.
Danny's gaze slid to mine, and I swear we had a whole conversation with one look.
If we wanted this done, and done without too much fuss from the clubs, we had to do it ourselves.
"I'll ride with him," I offered. "You want to follow behind on your bike?" I asked.
To that, she took a deep breath. "Had other plans than hiding a body with the enemy tonight, but we gotta do what we gotta do," she said, waving a hand, then moving toward her bike.
"Enemies, huh?" A asked, shooting me a smirk with knowing eyes before turning back toward his SUV, and climbing inside.
I limped behind, watching Danny slip her helmet on, then turn over her bike, all the while thinking about her riding me on that bike.
Enemies, huh?
Chapter Seven
Danny
If you'd told me that I'd spend my evening digging a grave for the body of some unaffiliated neighborhood guy with Fallon after getting dropped off in the woods by the local cartel leader instead of going to the movies and seeing the new shitty horror movie like I'd planned, I would have laughed in your face.
But there was no denying that was my reality as the sweat dripped down my back and between my breasts, mixing with the dirt I'd kicked up over myself with the shovel Andres kept in his trunk, creating this awful gritty texture across my chest and in my bra as I kept shoveling.
When I took breaks, Fallon stepped in, doing his best to make some more progress to speed up the process, but he was only halfway useful thanks to his bum shoulder and knee that, while he made no comment about them, were clearly killing him.
"How many graves have you dug?" Fallon asked, tone casual as I took the shovel back from him to get moving again. We were getting close. People underestimated how deep six feet was. And how much work it took to dig it. We were hours into it already. My back and shoulders and arms were screaming. But we had to get it done and get it done right, or the animals would dig the body up, and we'd be dealing with a whole different mess.
"I don't know. Six," I guessed. "Something like that. This isn't so bad, though," I said, looking up at him from the inside of the grave. "If you've ever needed to dig a grave in hard clay soil with a shitton of rocks, you'd understand," I added. "Those were a nightmare. I couldn't lift my arms for days."
"Why were you the only one digging?"
"There were multiple graves that needed digging," I told him, shrugging. And despite having enough hands around to do the heavy lifting, I'd always felt the need to