setting up in the shady area of town, one used to gang violence in the past. They didn't call the cops. They minded their business.
It worked in our favor in situations like this.
"We can handle this," Dutch said, waving a hand around. "You need to be there for your man."
"Yeah, go," I said, reaching out to give Fallon's arm a squeeze. "You know I know how to handle getting rid of bodies," I added.
"I don't want to leave you here," he told me, turning away from my guys as he did so, keeping his voice low so they didn't hear.
"I promise I'm safe. Go be there for Dezi. By the time you're sure he's okay, we should have a lot of this done."
"I'm not comfortable with it," he insisted.
"Well, that's just too damn bad," I said, brow raising. "What's the worst that's gonna happen? I throw out my back trying to haul around Chewy's corpse?"
"We'll help," Slash offered. "Not because you need it," he added, nodding at me. "But because it's a lot of fucking work. I'll call Sway in too. Gotta help clean up our mess."
"That's fine," I agreed when Fallon shot me a questioning look. "Go. Check on Dezi. Text me when you know something."
"Okay," he agreed, turning to leave, then whipping back around, grabbing me at the back of my neck, and kissing me silly right there in front of everyone. Then turning and walking away, leaving me feeling all disoriented and fuzzy.
"This his doing?" Grandpa asked, waving toward Tank's body near the bar, his hand still pinned to the wood.
"Yeah."
"Good man, that one," Grandpa decided, giving me a nod.
"He is," I agreed.
"You're going to be at each other's throats a lot," Pops pitched in.
"I know," I agreed. "It's... it's nice to not always get away with being a bitch," I admitted.
"He lets you be softer," Munch declared. "You never had that before. It's good. Soft is good."
"Christ," I said, pressing a hand to my heart. "I think that is the most words I've heard you speak. Are you okay? Are you learning to communicate now that you don't have your face buried in someone's snatch all the time?"
"I'm going through withdrawal," Munch grumbled. "Chewy's tyrant ass was keeping the chicks away from me."
"Well, you are all free after we handle all this. No more looking over your shoulders," I said, taking a deep breath as I looked around. "Let's get to work," I added.
Then everyone hopped to.
Sway turned up with Brooks a while later, bringing tarps for the bodies and a shitton of cleaning supplies.
"Why'd we invest in a bar again instead of a crematorium?" Dutch grumbled a couple hours later, dragging yet another body wrapped in a bright blue tarp toward the back door to be loaded by Slash and his men into the back of someone's pick-up truck. "Could just burn up all the fucking bodies in situations like this."
"Seriously," I said, standing to wipe the sweat off my brow with my forearm, the tips of my fingers raw from the bleach I'd been scrubbing with for hours. "Why the hell has no one thought of that?" I asked. "Keep that in mind when you get your chapter," I said, looking over at Slash.
"Not a bad idea," Slash agreed. "Seems like we might be dealing with a lot of bodies to get shit started up," he added, casually picking a piece of brain matter off a tabletop, and putting it in one of the bags we'd collected of bits of flesh and bone.
"Alright," Munch said, coming back a while later with Sway, both covered in dirt and drenched in sweat, despite the cooler temperatures. "We're tapping another group in," he added, going straight to the bar to grab a beer.
"I'll take a turn," I offered. Fallon was still waiting for Dezi, who was in surgery. I had some hours to spare. "You and me?" I asked, looking over at Slash.
The rest of the night was a blur of grave-digging.
I dug until my arms gave out on me, having to let Slash finish the filling in of the three we'd dug.
We went back, and another team replaced us. Then it was a couple Henchmen, followed by Munch and Sway again. And before my arms felt anywhere near ready, it was time for Slash and me once more.
I was just barely keeping myself awake when we made it back to the bar around sunup, finding the SUV Fallon had used to take Dezi to the hospital