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“Yes, cub. Do a good job for me.”

Ze grinned, then climbed to his feet to do as he was told. Tiger tucked his cock away and watched as Ze prepared himself with latex gloves. Ze laid the corpse out on the plastic, then he began chopping the body into pieces, and put the pieces into heavy-duty black garbage bags.

Ze set the garbage bags to the side, all of the evidence cleaned up now. He removed his clothes and stuffed them in a garbage bag too, all to be burned at the funeral home Jimmy owned. It was a profitable business for the club, but more importantly, it was a great way to get rid of bodies. He’d taken a shower in the bathroom that was adjacent to the room and stepped out naked.

Tiger chuckled. “Are you going to go upstairs like that?”

Ze shook his head. “Can you tell Zindel to bring me a change of clothes?”

Tiger nodded and left.

Ze began taking the garbage bags up one level to the basement, close to the backdoor. The van would be waiting to load them. Tiger returned with the clothes and Raven was with him.

“Here,” Tiger said, handing him the outfit.

“Thanks,” Ze said, taking it and he began to get dressed. “I need to sanitize the kill room.”

“Today is your lucky day. Jimmy ordered me to finish up and take the asshole to the Cookout. He wants you upstairs for church,” Raven said.

“Cookout?” Tiger asked.

“Our codeword for the funeral home,” Ze answered.

“Ahh, I see. Do I have to attend this meeting?” Tiger asked.

Raven shook his head. “Members only. It’s about you, though. But hey, I could use a hand.”

“About me?” Tiger cocked an eyebrow.

“We gotta vote you in to prospect,” Ze said.

Tiger nodded. “Oh, I get it now. All right then, I’ll give your club brother a hand in the meantime.”

“I’ll see you when you get back, then,” Ze said.

“Tomorrow, we’re going to the doctor, because I can’t wait to breed you, cub,” Tiger said.

“And I can’t wait to be bred.” Ze smiled and winked. He made a mad dash up the stairs, because he didn’t want to keep his club waiting. It was already after nine. He entered the meeting room and took his seat at the table. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Did you have fun?” Hound Dog asked.

“I did,” Ze replied.

“How’d your boyfriend handle the real you?” Hound Dog asked.

“He…” Ze smiled.

“Never mind, I got my answer,” HD said. “Looks like you got lucky and found the one.”

Ze nodded. “I think so, HD.”

“Well, since that’s the reason I called church, let’s just get right to this. Raven told me that you already discussed with Colton how this club runs. That if you two are going to be seriously dating, he needs to be prospecting. Under normal circumstances, we’d wait before insisting on this, but it looks like you two are planning to go the full distance. Not to mention, he a fucking professional assassin from a family of professional assassins. We need him to prospect right now. That’s the only way the club will feel comfortable with you two being together. He knows so much about us already,” Jimmy said.

Ze nodded. “And to be fair, he’s revealed a lot about his family business to me as well. He’s ready and willing. He wants me, Jimmy. He’s helping Raven get rid of the body now.”

“Oh, after today, I don’t doubt it. As long as he proves to the club that we can count on him, his prospecting shouldn’t be a problem,” Jimmy said.

“Fuck, man, this is the first time I’m concerned about Hell Week,” Bruiser said, and there were some heads nodding in agreement.