Page 39 of Safe Haven

“Relax, I’m not filing a report. By the way, you weren’t here last night. Home sick, got it?”

He snorts and glares at me before answering the phone.

I proceed to load the body in the hearse and start my three-hour drive to the Jersey shore. I’ve got the perfect spot for this fucker’s grave already picked out.

I texted Loki the location last night, and they’ve dug the hole and will fill it once I drop his ass in it. Shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes, but it starts to rain halfway to the wooded area, and by the time I get there, it’s a muddy fucking mess.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter as I carefully back the hearse to the predug grave.

I take out my phone and call Loki.

“We’re en route. Had to pull over cause of the storm.” Lighting flashes above me, and I groan.

“Alright, I’m dropping him and heading for the funeral.” I hang up and get out of the hearse.

Rain pelts me as my heels sink into the mud.

“Should have worn my Docs,” I grumble as I lower the body to the ground.

“Haven?” I draw my gun and point it at the voice that called my real fucking name.

“Fucking hell, woman. Lower the gun!” This cannot be fucking happening.

“Joel?” He steps closer, and I see his chiseled jaw with a tight beard, familiar green eyes staring at me in shock.

I don’t have time for this. We’re both going to be late to his grandma’s viewing if I don’t hurry.

“Hold this.” I shove the spare shovel I brought at him so I don’t trip as I grab the body bag and roll it off the slab.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Well, that’s a stupid question.

“Burying a body, duh.” The body lands in the hole with a little splash, sending mud up and over my shoes.

“FUCK.” I sigh and shake most of the mess off.

“Well, these are ruined.” I turn back to him and take the shovel back and notice the cut he’s wearing.

That’s new.

When I check the rockers and see the name, I grin. Welcome to the family, bro. Wonder how he got entangled with the Royal Bastards? Now’s not the time for that conversation, though. But I do take note of his road name proudly displayed on his chest.

He’s missing a rocker naming his position, so he’s really new to the club.

“You’re fucking crazy.” I’m sure I look it and fuck if I care.

“Just catching on, are you?” I wink at him and pat down the mud to hide our footprints as I back my way to the hearse.

“I’m out. I appreciate what you’ve done, but I think it’s best you skip the funeral.” It actually hurts a little, but I get it.

He’s fucking confused as hell finding me like this, but he’ll learn soon enough who I really am.

“Fine. Thanks for your help.” I wave at him over my shoulder as I make sure all the footprints are gone.

“I didn’t help you!” I stand straighter and look at him.

His eyes are raised up to my face from my ass, no doubt.

Interesting.

“Your fingerprints on the shovel say different. I recommend taking back roads. The cops shouldn’t be on our trail, but I’d be cautious if I were you.” I throw the shovel into the hearse and close the back hatch.

I move to the driver’s seat and climb in, closing the door quickly. It auto locks, so when Joel grabs the handle, nothing happens. I start the engine as he starts banging on the window.

“Haven!”

I lower the window enough so he can hear my words.

“See you around, Cable.”