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Bubbles.
There was no other reasonable answer for any of this. There was no one more deserving of the beating either. But what the fuck happened after Bubbles got what was coming to her? Who the fuck was going to clean this mess up?
“What are you even doing with my sister?” I demanded. “You three are going to get caught doing this shit, and then what?”
“We’re not going to get caught,” Flick said. “We know what we’re doing.”
“And if you kill her?”
Raven’s laugh was full of malice and tinge of mania, and it scared the ever-loving fuck out of me. My baby sister wasn’t someone I ever wanted to come up against in this mood, especially not in some rat-infested abandoned trailer park with no one around for miles to help me.
“Oh, I’m going to kill her,” Raven vowed, making Bubbles whimper in fear. “But first, I’m going to make her bleed.”
Bending, she grabbed another chunk of Bubbles’s hair, ripping out a handful of strands as she shook the ex-sheep. “I promise to do to her exactly what she did to me. Did you think you could walk away from me? That I would let you live after nearly costing me my son?”
“P-please,” Bubbles sobbed weakly. “I’m s-s-sorry.”
“Oh, honey. I know you are. And you’re about to be even more so.” Straightening, Raven stomped on Bubbles’s face with her boot, making her scream in agony as Raven crushed her nose and probably her cheekbones as well.
“Raven, you should have let Bash handle this,” I complained. “Now I’m going to have to find a place to bury her body when this is over.”
“No, you won’t,” Flick answered for her. “We’ve got this all under control. Try trusting us for once.”
“Good to see I’m not the only one he’s so suspicious of,” Kelli drawled in a bored tone. “If he trusted me, he wouldn’t even be here right now.”
I glared at her. “I trust you with my life. I don’t trust you not to walk away from me.”
“Yeah, you probably shouldn’t. Because I’m leaving in the morning.”
Those words in that emotionless voice of hers made my stomach bottom out, but I saw a flash of something in her eyes that had me holding back a grin. She wanted me to beg, show her that she meant more to me than everything and everyone else. I would take the challenge and show her whatever she needed to know.
But first, I had to clean up the mess these three were making together. I was pissed at them all, but it was nothing compared to the insanity that would ensue when Bash and Jet found out what their females were doing.
“What exactly are you going to do when you’re done with her?” I asked my sister, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared her down. “You can’t burn this place down because it will bring all kinds of attention out this way. You don’t have a grave dug… Or do you?”
“We aren’t doing either of those,” Raven said with a simper.
“So, what’s the plan, then, smartass?”
She kicked Bubbles in the back of the head so hard the girl vomited. “Let’s discuss that after I’m done here, ’kay?”
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I walked away from them. Standing in the tiny-ass kitchen area, I watched for the next hour, keeping my ears open for any sign of life outside the trailer over the screaming and crying coming from Bubbles.
The bitch was getting everything she had coming to her, and I wanted her dead just as much as anyone else in my family. I didn’t want these three to have her blood on their hands, but I grudgingly understood why Raven wanted to be the one to play Angel of Death tonight.
When it was over, and Bubbles stared lifelessly up at the ceiling, I debated calling my brother and brother-in-law as Flick stepped outside to retrieve something from Raven’s car. The explosion that was going to erupt when Bash and Jet found out about this was going to be of atomic proportions.
Flick was gone less than two minutes before she was walking through the door with a large plastic storage container and several bottles of what looked like acid.
Oh shit.
I should have figured Flick would use a tried and true method her own cousin employed whenever he needed to make a body disappear. How she knew that, however, I had no clue. It wasn’t exactly common knowledge how Ciro Donati disposed of his enemies.
Moving forward, I went to help them, but a glare from the three of them stopped me in my tracks. “Fuck,” I grumbled as I leaned back against the rotting kitchen counter and watched them put Bubbles in the tote and pour the liquid acid over her dead body.
After putting on the lid and snapping it into place, they removed the protective gloves they had pulled on. “Good thing it’s winter,” Flick said as she wiped the sheen of sweat off her brow with the back of her arm. “Otherwise, it would smell twice as bad as it already does.”
“Okay, geniuses. What’s the plan for the barrel of human goo?” I demanded, pushing away from the counter.
