Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel, Lake, B. [if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud .txt] 📗

"You good?" I ask Roth without turning to him.

"Yeah. I'm fine. How do you want to dispose of him?"

"Bits and pieces will do fine."

Roth moves quickly and I'm right behind him. The both of us moving like some kind of fucked up team.

Getting rid of the body takes another few hours. By the time it's all done I can't wait to find a motel and just sleep for the night. I'm fucking exhausted. Roth drives me back to get my bike and we make our way to a motel that I saw along the way. I think about the look in Dr. Strand’s eyes as he died and wonder what the next man I kill will look like. I've been out of practice for a long while, but tearing people to shreds was just like riding a bike. I would be back in top form in no time.

Dillon

Sleep came faster than usual. Roth decided to stay in a room at the hotel as well, but we didn't speak about any other real plans that we had. I woke to him knocking on my door.

"Sorry man, I tried to call, but you didn't answer. Just making sure that you are ok."

"Yeah, fuck, what time is it?"

"It's nearly two in the afternoon." He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest leaning against the door.

"Shit, yeah. I was out of it."

He nods, but doesn't say anything else.

Fuck I'm being rude as fuck to someone who just helped me cut a man up. "Damn, my bad. Come in man." I move back so he can walk in.

"You sure?"

"You planning on killing me?" I ask, a slight smile on my face. I pose it as a joke, but I watch his eyes for the real answer.

Fear, "Nah, after what I saw you do yesterday. Crossing you isn't something I plan on doing."

"Me, I'm not that bad. You have met Ink, haven't you?" I joke for real this time, but I see him cringe.

Through all the time that I've known Roth there is one thing I know for sure, he is genuinely remorseful about what he’d allowed to happen to Ink and Angel. It was Roth who had helped get Ink and Angel free, him who helped us finally get rid of his own sister Ruby. Still, he was always stricken with guilt whenever anyone mentioned Ink.

"Ink tortures, because he is angry. You do it, because it's your passion. Two very different things. Ink will get tired of it eventually when his happiness outweighs his rage. You will never get enough. I'm almost scared to see what your next masterpiece will look like."

"Hmm, I'll take that." I didn't know if that was a compliment or a jab, but it was the truth.

"You planning on going back to the clubhouse?"

"Not yet. I'll check in probably in the next few weeks. You headed back? Vexx?"

A wistful look crosses his face as he looks away. "Nah, I think I'm going to be on the road a bit."

"Why, we all know how much love you two got for each other. Why deny yourselves? Just go be with your woman."

"She isn't my woman." His eyes are hard now. "She can't be."

"Why the hell not? Because every time I see you two together y’all look awfully fucking comfortable to me." I reply, if he was dumb enough to think that I didn't see how much he cared for that woman than he was sadly mistaken.

"Yeah, we’re comfortable now, but I don't deserve her. Better yet, she deserves someone far better than me. That woman may act hard, and she will take anyone down without batting a sexy lash, but on the inside she is good. I'm living on borrowed time. I'm not going to bring her down with me."

"Roth, I don't know half the shit that you've done. Only what Ink has told me and even then, I know there is still some shit that he has left out. That doesn't mean you have to dwell on the past. Move the fuck on. If you care for Vexx and her for you, just go with that shit. Don't be a dumbass."

"I've spent my life just going with shit. Now I'm going to do the right thing even if I have to suffer to do it."

I nod at him and turn towards the bathroom. If there is one thing I can say about the man, he was set in his ways. I relieve myself and splash some water on my face, trying to wake up.

"Uh, Wire. I think you want to come look at your phone. It's blowing up." Roth calls to me from the main area.

"What?" I peek out of the bathroom and see him still standing by the door. When he sees me looking out the doorway he points down to my phone. It's on a charger and set on top of the small ledge by the window. Even from the bathroom I can see the lights flashing as messages come through.

"Shit." I wipe my face with the rough towel that is in the bathroom and walk over to the phone. When I pick it up, I can see that I have four missed calls and 12 missed text messages. I haven't been able to check my phone since yesterday.

"Oh fuck." I quickly swipe through the opening screen and into my messages. They are all from Brendan. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." My head begins to spin, and I quickly scan through everything that he'd sent to me.

"Wire, you good? What's going on?" Roth puts a hand on my arm, pressing upwards in case I fall.

They found her!

Brendan had forwarded me everything that he had found on Keeley and Lily—pictures, addresses, types of vehicles, even fucking occupation. She had a whole fucking life out there. She was using the last name Dillon. I would have never thought to use my first name as their last