“I already did. Don’t want to do it again. Let’s just forget this and get back to work,” Hammer said and pushed more meat into the grinder, wishing for the roar of the machine to mute the kid.
Dex spread his arms, looking aggressive with that cleaver in his hand. “Something wrong with me?”
Hammer frowned. “You’re not entitled to my dick.”
When Dex opened his mouth, Hammer turned on the machine, and enjoyed the expression of fury on that pouty face. Dex needed to learn his place.
The kid turned to the body with stiff shoulders and carved off the corpse’s dick and balls in jerky movements. He then grabbed the soft bits and added them to the bowl next to the meat grinder without even looking at Hammer.
“You removed that one guy’s pacemaker?” Hammer asked without missing a beat. He was not going to acknowledge such childish behavior.
Dex gripped the table, taking several deep breaths. “No. I forgot, okay? You happy?” He turned to the tools hanging on the wall and grabbed a knife.
Hammer rubbed his forehead. “I am not trying to offend you. I just don’t want to fuck a guy. Why is that so hard to accept? You clearly don’t have issues finding partners.”
Dex pointed at him with the blade. “Because I don’t get it! You seemed happy enough two hours ago, and it’s not like I’ll be telling anyone about what we did. It was good, so fuckinggood. I can find hundreds of lukewarm meatsacks with half-hard dicks, but a guy like you is a wolf among sheep.Excuse mefor being annoyed! You didn’t even let me kiss you! And it pisses me off even more that I’m complimenting you right now. Fuck you.” He shook his head and turned his violent energy to the scar on the cadaver’s chest.
Hammer exhaled, shaking his head. Dex needed more practice when it came to self-regulation. “Kinda stupid of this guy to come here, if he had health issues. What if he had a heart attack?” he said, again trying to divert the conversation.
Dex stilled, but it was good to see a little smile on his face again. He rubbed his chin with the top of his hand, leaving a smear of blood. “If he had a heart attack on the way, maybe he’d have survived.”
“Instead, he had to confront Dex’s gun. Chances of survival—minimal,” Hammer said with a grin, and when the boy’s face relaxed, he followed it up with, “you know, I watched this show where a guy burned a body in the incinerator, and a screw the victim had in his bones remained intact even after the cremation. Maybe we should check the rest of the meat before we risk the grinder getting stuck on something? I’m pretty sure Cora might have some old metal detector lying around.”
It was easy to divert Dex’s attention even when he was sulking. “Oh fuck. It would have been a nuisance if we only managed to mince half the bodies.” He said as he delved into the open chest with a gloved hand. “Has… anyone taught you how to do any of this?”
“Disposing of bodies? Yeah. Though I’d rather leave that to Frank and you if I can. Like with everything, there’s the fun part, and then there’s the tedious clean-up.”
“Do you think I really could prospect for your club, or were you just lying to get on my good side?” Dex asked, looking uncharacteristically serious as he pulled out the pacemaker.
Hammer swallowed when the device was discarded onto the floor and briefly wished for a world where it didn’t matter whether he fucked men or women. But it did, and he wasn’t about to make his social life any harder than it already was. “I was serious. You need to work on discipline and your quick mouth, but you have potential.”
“Will being gay be a problem? I can’t exactly hide that now or stop.” Dex swapped the knife for the cleaver again, and Hammer had to admit that while Dex was incredibly chaotic, he wasn’tlazy.
“Well, that would be up to the guys, but they aren’t… extremely homophobic. They might make dumb jokes, but I’m sure they wouldn’t bother you if you proved yourself,” Hammer said and offered him a small smile.
When Dex struggled with cutting the arm at the shoulder, Hammer grabbed the body for him to steady it.
The kid went on, “I just want to fit in, you know? You said the club gave your violence purpose, and I want that too. I might just go off the rails one day without it. I don’t like being told what to do, but Ineedit. Does that make sense?”
Hammer’s mouth dried when he thought of all the times he’d fucked up in his youth. First messing with his parents and other kids, then being a disappointment to the club. But over time, things had changed, and he was now a different person. Useful and confident in who he was. And if Dex really was like him, maybe he needed more rigidity in his life?
“I’ve been there. And yeah, you will need discipline to rein yourself in.”
“Will they kill me if I fail?” Dex asked in a quiet voice.
He seemed to do so well in social situations, to be outgoing and confident, but the more Hammer knew him, the better he could see that from the mismatched tats to the ease with which he’d killed three people today, Dex was an odd beast. He stood out, and not always because he wanted to. Hammer could relate to that more than he’d like to admit.
While Dex got in trouble for letting his mouth off the chain way too often, Hammer had problems because he spoke too little, and what he did say often ended up misconstrued.
He stood up and approached the butchering table. He might not want to fuck Dex, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy each other’s company in other ways. There had been times when he could have used some specialized backup. Why not get an apprentice? “If the club takes me back, I’ll offer to sponsor you.”
Dex dared a smile, and for once didn’t try to make a move on Hammer despite them standing so close together. That fact would have been disappointing if it wasn’t what Hammer had asked for. Why was he so frustrated then? Wasn’t it enough that he’d already marked the boy with cum and bruises once?
“Thanks. I think I’ll be able to make something of myself there. As long as no handsome biker stands in my way or messes with my head. Pretty sure sucking the wrong dick might just ruin my prospecting prospects.” There it was—the suggestive comment. Dex couldn’t help himself.
Hammer exhaled. “That’s one thing you don’t need to worry about.”
Chapter 12 – Dex