Snapped: Satan's Fools MC by Needa Warrant Page B

we can’t just have one. I’m trying here, babe. I’ll find a way to make everything up to you somehow. I promise.”
    She put her hand on his. “Stop. I don’t want to live thinking of what you did in the past. That’s done. I want to have the Raven back I fell in love with. I’m not going to worry about you with other women because it won’t happen again. I should have stood up for myself and put an end to the bullshit when it started.”
    He looked at his ol’ lady with a new appreciation. Where did this new Morgana come from?
    “So,” she continued, “we’re going to work harder to make the dreams we had become reality. I know you are moving to the farm because you know it’s what I want, and thank you for that. For now, I need food Raven. A yogurt would be good. Strawberry and banana, please.”
    Raven went into the fridge and got her yogurt and a spoon and watched her eat it, her tongue even licking the spoon. “Guess I’ll put the steaks on since True seems to have forgotten.”
    Morgana laughed, and it filled his heart to hear her old laugh. “It’s our house. Why should True do the grilling? You forget how to grill some steaks?”
    “I can grill, but True said he wanted to do it.” He took the steaks out of the fridge and headed to the deck. “You wanna come out here and keep me company?”
    She didn’t answer but followed him outside to the grill.
     
    * * *
     
    True and Whistler had been eavesdropping and both were grinning at each other. They toasted the couple with beer bottles.
    “I hate to ask Morgana questions, but maybe she knows something. Jinx has got to go and we need to get Elsie out of the clubhouse. Who sponsored Jinx, do you remember?” True was tired and it showed on his face.
    Whistler thought about it. “Yeah. Farting Fred did. He died not long after Jinx got his patch. He was old, had a heart attack. There was no reason to think Jinx wasn’t who he said he was. He was a hang-around. He knew everyone. I don’t get it. You sure your info is right?”
    True’s eyes blazed with fury. “Sure as hell. I was taunted with it every day. The girls’ names we had working for us. They know which massage parlors we own. I had nothing to do but think for a fucking year. Jinx is the only one I can think of that had that kinda inside information. The name of the fucking pig we gave money to? Who gave him his weekly bribe? Jinx. You got another rat in mind or do we have a few by now?”
    Whistler stared at his hands. “I tried, True, but I’m not you. I don’t get the gut feelings you have about people. We’ll get Gonna to check them out, and if I like ‘em, I do, and if I don’t, well, I don’t. We got brothers I can’t stomach. Ain’t going to like every man in the club. Raven’s never liked Jinx. He’d complain about him, but there was nothing I could see that was wrong. I say we take Elsie and Jinx out to the pinelands and shoot ‘em. Or better yet, we drop ‘em both in that well we found. Nobody goes out there and they’d drown. We know there is no way out and anyone who doesn’t know the well is there could easily fall into it.” He got up and went to get two fresh beers. He handed one to True and drank from his own. “You just got outta jail, so we don’t need any problems. We’ll leave Elsie’s car out there and make it look like they went hiking. Jinx was always saying how he liked to hike. Makes sense to me.”
    True looked at him hard. “How do we get back outta the pinelands, bro? You got answers for that? I ain’t hiking back miles and miles. If we take a quad, we leave tire tracks. Fuck that. I got a better idea. We shoot ‘em both up with pure dope and leave the car in Camden. Leave the keys in it and the problem takes care of itself. Just two dead junkies found in the car or maybe an alleyway. We can claim we didn’t know he had any addictions. Cops here know we don’t traffic in that heroin shit.”
    “Who the hell is gonna give them the shot?