Page 2 of Other Woman Drama (Content Advisory #4)

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My kid used to have a bedtime. Now she just tucks me in and continues to do whatever the hell she wants.

— Webber’s secret thoughts

WEBBER

One year later

I was on the interstate with a fucking dead body in my trunk, and of course I would get a flat.

And, since the body is currently lying on top of the fucking spare tire, there was no way to get the flat changed.

Oh, and to make matters worse, in the scuffle to get this motherfucker into the trunk, I’d not only dropped my phone, but stepped on it.

I was now thirty-two miles outside of Dallas, there wasn’t a gas station for miles, and I was stuck.

Unless I wanted to go to the gas station and call the one person that I swore that I wouldn’t contact ever again.

She was the only one in town thanks to a club poker run that the entire club sans one—me—was on.

I should stay far, far away from her.

But I had no other options.

If I was caught with a dead body in my trunk, I was fuckin’ boned.

Walking the few miles to the gas station it was.

When I got there, the attendant was more than welcoming and handed me her cell phone.

I called a number that I’d never called or texted before, but I’d had since I’d met her.

“Hello?”

Her voice was like a soothing balm to my overly tired soul.

“Silver,” I said. “It’s Webber.”

There was a gasp, and then scrambling. “W-webber?”

“That’s me,” I said. “I need a favor.”

“Anything,” Silver said instantly.

Which made me feel like a complete dick.

When Aella said that Silver was all sunshine and rainbows when she’d first introduced us, I hadn’t realized how exactly right she was.

But over the last year that she’d been a part of my life—even peripherally—I’d come to realize that literally nothing could happen to Silver that would ever make her not smile.

Well, unless I came into the room and scowled at her.

Then that beautiful smile fell off her perfect lips, and she looked like I’d just kicked a puppy.

“Can you go to my office and pick up one of my tow trucks and bring it out to me?” I asked. “I need a ride, and my car broke down.”

I’d purchased the 1969 Pontiac GTO off of Craigslist with the intention of fixing it up.

But when I’d brought it into my shop, I’d realized that there wasn’t much work to be done to it.

The woman selling it had been hell-bent on getting rid of it in a hurry thanks to finding out her ex was cheating on her, and I’d taken the deal knowing that it wouldn’t last long.

The only thing I’d had to do was a tune-up and fix a fuel line.

I’d done the tune-up, and waited on the fuel line, and I shouldn’t have.

“Um.” Silver hesitated. “I don’t know how to drive something that big.”

My lips twitched despite the fucked-up situation.

“It’s the same as driving your car,” I lied. “Just a wee bit bigger. It still fits in a lane. You just have to watch your mirrors a little more.”

She sighed. “Okay. How do I get it started?”

“My phone has had a bit of an accident, so let me give you the codes for the gate, the building and the truck. Keys are in it,” I offered.

“Where am I going?” she asked.

I sent her my location and the codes, and she hung up.

It took her twice as long to get here, and when she finally pulled up behind my vehicle, I saw her white knuckles on the steering wheel and smothered a smile.

She was so goddamn cute.

Too bad her father was who her father was.

I didn’t want anything more to do with that asshole.

In the last year, I’d had more run-ins with that fuck wad than I wanted, and though it seemed impossible a year ago, I hated him even more now.

I walked to the driver’s door and opened it. “Scoot over.”

She did, scrambling over the center console, giving me a great view of her perfect heart-shaped ass.

“Go okay?” I asked when I climbed in, trying to get her to talk because if she talked, I could focus on something other than what her ass looked like bent over my console.

There was enough room in the tow truck that I could get up on my knees and fuck her from behind over…

“It was scary,” she admitted.

Thank fucking God she’d broken into those particular thoughts.

Dead body in the back of the trunk be damned. When Silver was around, every single brain cell that used critical thinking flew out of my skull.

My lips twitched as I moved the truck into place and then got out again.

It took me two minutes to get the car onto the flatbed, and another two to secure it into place.

When I got back into the cab, Silver was watching me.

“You do that a lot?” she wondered.

Something inside of me flexed.

She liked that I knew what I was doing. Maybe she’d like when I bent her over…

“Not as much as I used to,” I admitted, forcing myself to think about other things besides what she would feel like. “Cool thing about having employees, the boss doesn’t have to work nearly as hard.”

She snorted. “I wish I was the boss. I have a real shitty one right now.”

Silver, from what I’d learned from Aella, worked in the IT department at the hospital.

She’d also been getting lessons from Apollo and helping him where she could.

The only reason I didn’t get pissed as hell—even unjustly so since I would never go there with her—was that I could see Apollo coming out of his den of depression.

Apollo’s son, Tavi, had died in a car accident last year along with Audric’s wife, Laney. Both guys were members of our motorcycle club.

Laney had been watching Tavi for Apollo while he worked during the day, and she’d been on her way back from a fun day with him when a senator’s son had been driving his car at over a hundred and twenty miles an hour.

The kid had lost control of his vehicle—understandably so—and had been going so fast that not even the concrete barriers on 635 could contain him.

He’d vaulted over said barriers and had slammed into multiple cars before landing on Laney’s.

Both had died soon after the accident, and the club hadn’t been the same since.

Needless to say, I couldn’t complain about my good friend coming back to himself after almost a year of grieving the loss of his son.

The pain would never be gone, but it was good to see my friend interacting with our family again.

Then again, Apollo had an agenda now.

He was running for the Texas state representative position that had been vacated by the woman an acquaintance had killed for abusing his son, Tavi.

That woman would not exist on this planet when her disgusting tendencies polluted the very air she breathed.

“Hey, you okay?”

I looked over at her and answered, “Thinking about Apollo.”

I don’t know why I told the truth.

She was going to latch onto this and run with it.

But I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to know Apollo’s pulse, since she was one of the only people he let in.

Not even Apollo’s business partner and my best friend, Copper Clayborne, also known as “Bird,” was in as deep with Apollo as Silver was.

“He talked about Tavi a lot this week,” she said.

“He taught me how to hack into the hospital software. Taught me how to look wherever I wanted and keep myself hidden. Taught me how to create a back door so I can get in easier next time if I want to go digging. He also taught me how to remove people from the internet.”

I frowned. “How does one remove someone from the internet?”

She then went on a fifteen-minute explanation of how to completely remove someone’s carbon footprint. How to take their entire lives and erase it like they were never there in the first place.

I could definitely see how that would be helpful.

Take the dude in the back of the car for instance.

I’d killed him because he was a threat to the club and he’d been hell-bent on exposing club secrets after he’d gotten denied a prospect position after prospecting for a few months.

When he didn’t get what he wanted, he’d started in on threats. He’d then started talking, spreading rumors, and alerting people to our activities. It’d spiraled into him filing false police reports and turning our club members into CPS.

And here’s the thing about CPS. They investigate everything that’s reported to them, and they’d been causing my club members and their wives and children a lot of stress.

The last straw was last week when CPS had shown up at Copper’s place and threatened to take his son, Holt, away from him because it’d been reported that he was violating his parole.

That’d been the final straw, and I’d waited until the ex-prospect, Otto Moran, was set to go visit family in Sedona before I followed him out of town.

I’d already disposed of his car and had full intentions to carry this motherfucker to The Boneyard, when my car had broken down.

Which was where I was headed now.

“Where are we going?”

Right on time, the words I’d been expecting came out of her mouth.

“Gonna drop this car off with a friend so that he can check it out. See if he wants to buy it,” I lied.

Silver frowned. “You wouldn’t want to fix it first to give him more incentive to buy it?”

“I’ll do that anyway,” I said. “But since it’s already on the back of the truck, I’ll let him check it out first.”

“Hmm,” she said as if she didn’t believe me.

I looked over at her to see that she was staring out the window, a small smile on her face.

Curious as to what put it there, I reluctantly asked, “What’s got you smilin’ like that?”

“Oh, nothing.” She shrugged.

“Silver…” I urged, feeling the need to push her because I knew this would be something I’d want to know.

“Well,” she said. “It’s just that I know y’all do bad things.

It’s impossible not to know. I just feel like I’m left on the outside because I’m not a real part of this club.

I’ve learned some things from Apollo. Though he’s really careful to make sure he doesn’t mention things that are considered ‘too’ bad.

And if he does, he covers it up well with an excellent explanation.

Then my sister will start talking about something with the club, then abruptly stop talking about it when Chevy clears his throat and reminds her to be quiet.

And it’s just bits and pieces of things I’ve picked up here and there.

” She turned fully toward me, and the blue of her eyes seemed to almost glow in the waning daylight as she speared me with a look straight to my soul. “Is there a dead body in that car?”

I had to fight the urge to squirm in my seat.

I was a forty-three-year-old man, and I felt like I’d just gotten in trouble with the teacher.

“No, Silver,” I lied smoothly as I turned back to the road that would lead me to The Boneyard. “I don’t know what gave you that idea.”

“Well, I’m not completely dumb,” she said.

“I know that you had other options. You could’ve called a hundred other tow trucks that could’ve gotten you to where you wanted to be an hour faster than I did.

Plus, let’s just use this moment to point out that you avoid me like the plague, and the only reason you called me is because you desperately wanted me to get one of your trucks here.

And since I’m the only one here, because everyone else is on that poker run, you were left with no other option but to choose me. ”

She was so astute that it was nerve-racking.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, but one day I’ll figure it all out, and y’all are going to have to trust me with your secrets,” she said.

I pulled up to The Boneyard and inputt the code that would get me inside.

The guard at the second checkpoint took my keycard and said, “Mr. Webb.”

I nodded instead of addressing him.

None of us knew any of the workers’ names that worked at The Boneyard—which was a good thing for them in case anything ever came back to bite them in the ass—and we never would.

I didn’t use them all that often.

You only got four disposals a year before you were kicked out of the club, so to speak.

After directing me to which area of The Boneyard he wanted me to go, I navigated in that direction and came to a stop in the middle of the car crushing area.

“Is he going to use this for parts or something?” Silver asked as she looked around at the stacks of crushed cars.

“Or something,” I muttered and got out.