It took the better part of the night, cleaning up the mess they created. Finding a remote place to bury the bodies also proved to be exhausting work, but Brick wanted to make sure no one would be able to trace the murders to them. Grizzly and Trigger said they’d handle the cops and make sure the women would be safely returned to their homes.
Brick wasn’t sure Trigger would be ready to take on that huge of a responsibility, but Grizzly had his back.
“What a day,” Razor said, leaning on his shovel.
Brick’s back ached from all the hard labor, but he wasn’t about to bring that up. He looked at the seven bodies in the dirt. The MC owned this huge stretch of wildlife, and the local coppers were in their pocket. He’d make sure no one would come sniffing around these parts either.
He sighed. The job went as planned for the most part, but he didn’t anticipate finding those women.
“I could use a drink or two and a warm woman on my lap,” Razor said as they walked back to their bikes. They dumped the shovels and other equipment on the truck. Another MC member would drive that truck back to the clubhouse’s garage.
“What about you?” Razor asked. The other man acted like it was just all in the day’s work. They weren’t close enough for Brick to ask if finding the women bothered him. Brick had to talk to King.
“I just want to see Rose and Stefan,” Brick admitted.
They mounted their bikes.
Razor nodded. “When you going to propose?”
“What?” Brick asked, stumped by the sudden question.
“Don’t act coy.” Razor wagged a finger at him, then grinned. “Everyone with eyes can see you planned on making Rose your old lady.”
“Now’s not the time,” Brick eventually said. “But soon.”
Razor slapped him on the back. “I’m not sure whether I should envy you or warn you that marriage’s a lot of work.”
“I’ve already made up my mind.”
“I figured,” Razor said with a shrug.
The ride back home turned out to be a quiet one. After Brick parked his motorcycle, he looked at his phone. Trigger’s last text indicated they were still at the police station. Brick strode inside. He wasn’t in the mood to eat with his fellow MC brothers.
Brick sought King out, but he wasn’t in his office. He flagged down a prospect and asked about King.
“King went home early. Should I call him and tell him it’s urgent?” the prospect asked.
“Nah. I’ll update him tomorrow,” Brick said.
Brick sent King a text, updating him about what happened. Then Brick headed back to his bedroom, where Rose was waiting for him.