“Prez tell you he uses an app to meet the women. Couple girls at The Roadhouse turned me onto it. That’s how Patience got hooked up with him.”
“I’ll get on it. Should be able to track the bastard easy enough once we find his user information. Did Patience tell you what name he goes under?”
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??No, but I’ll find out. She’s in class teaching at the elementary school, but I can head over there on her lunch break.”
“The more information we have going in the easier it’ll be to take him down.”
“Let’s take a look at the house and see what she needs.” Truth pinches his cigarette between his fingers taking a final puff before snuffing it under his boot.
I finish mine and take them inside. Patience left the house unlocked since I was gonna be hanging around taking care of this shit.
“These locks on the windows are shit. But we can do some sensors that will take care of that. What the fuck happened back here?”
Damn I forgot about the glass. “Shit. That was me proving my point that Patience needs security.”
“What the hell you do, man? You break in on her?”
I swallow hard, jaw clenching tight.
“Fuck. You did.” Truth shakes his head. “Goddamn, son. You want to make her fall for you not scare her to death.”
I ignore his comments and grab the broom and dustpan. I’m just glad the cat didn’t get in the glass and get hurt. She talks to him like he’s a person. If I fuck up and get that cat hurt, she’ll not let me back between her legs anytime soon. Which reminds me I’ve not seen the furry shit all morning.
“You guys see a cat anywhere?”
“You mean the white ball of fluff that ran out the door when you let us in?” Tread says.
“Fuck.” I go rushing out the house. “Whiskers. Here, boy.”
“And he says he’s just fuckin’ her.” Truth barks out in laughter.
“Here. Kitty, kitty,” I call out.
“There he is.” One of the guys here for the gate and fence yells pointing toward the barn right as Whisker’s tail slips through a crack in the door.
“I got him,” one of the other men calls out, but I’m already halfway there.
He opens the barn door before me and immediately slams it back holding the back of his hand over his mouth. He makes it the side of the barn and vomits. “What the fuck? You okay?”
“Body,” he whispers before retching again.
“Fuck. Truth. Tread. We got something in the barn.”
My club brothers rush over. “Don’t touch shit.” Tread uses the hem of his shirt to open the door. “Goddamn.”
Hanging from one of the rafters by a thick black leather belt. A woman with dark hair over her tilted face Completely nude. Carved into her chest and stomach are the words—You’re Next.
“He’s been here. She wasn’t here last night.”
“You sure. What was you doing in the barn?”
“I followed Patience home last night to scope out the place, I was hiding in the loft. It has a good vantage of the property and the house. She was prancing around the house in her underwear and I got carried away with proving my point.”
“Fuck. You tell the cops some shit like that and it’ll be your ass pinned for these murders.”
“Where’s your bike?”