“You robbed Deaton’s grocery, and he’s a friend of mine.” Fear clouded Slot’s and the other’s faces at Stud’s words. “The Last Riders said you also tried to kidnap and rape two of their women.”
“We didn’t know they were with The Last Riders. Who knew they could have such pretty women?” Slot’s lame joke fell on a humorless crowd of bikers out for revenge.
“You always did think you were funnier than you actually are. Look around; nobody’s laughing, you dumb fuck.”
Slot tried to run when Stud got off his bike yet was held immobile by Crash and Razer.
“I made a deal with The Last Riders that, if they helped us find you, they could keep two, and I could take two. That way, everybody’s happy,” Stud explained.
“But there’s five of us,” Slot whined.
“We decided to share one.”
Once Stud’s fist slammed into Slot’s belly, knocking him to his knees, he pulled his pistol out from behind his back, bringing it down on the side of Slot’s head.
“Stud, remember my half,” Shade reminded him as he got off his bike.
“Which half do you want?”
“The part I bury.”
*
Shade forced himself out of bed the next morning, going up the steps to the kitchen. The punishment of cleaning the kitchen was a pain in the ass, but it was better than doing seed inventory. He snickered to himself, thinking of the tedious job Winter had drawn.
He opened the door to see the object of his sarcastic humor sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of her.
He poured himself a cup, taking a sip of the coffee to bolster his flagging energy before he moved toward the stove. Opening the oven door, he stared at it for several minutes before closing it.
Shade then went to the kitchen closet, gathering cleaning supplies and filling a bucket with soapy water. He went to the refrigerator, opened the door, and within seconds, he was slamming it shut. Turning green, he hastily moved away to lean on the counter.
With the amount of whiskey he had consumed the previous night about to make an appearance, he decided he was going to call the local appliance store and have them bring a new stove then take the one in the kitchen. There was no way in Hell he was going to clean that mess.
“The punishments are a bitch, aren’t they? I thought mine was bad, but at least I don’t have to clean that oven or the fridge,” Winter remarked conversationally.
Shade looked back and forth between the offending appliances. There was no way you would think the refrigerator could be worse than the oven, but it was. Shade internally debated the price of a new fridge. He could buy one that had a water and ice cube dispenser on the door, and the brothers would thank him.
“I would start with the oven. Give your stomach time to settle. It’s a little early to clean something that smells so bad.” Winter stood up, freshening her coffee as she stared at him.
By that point, he was seriously debating the cost of the appliances against his pride at Winter seeing him act like a pussy. Shade had one weakness other than Lily, and that was vomiting. He hated to vomit. When you vomited, you had no control over your body, and control was everything to Shade.
“Of course, I could help you with your problem.”
He turned to face her, his eyes narrowing in on her innocent expression. The witch had somehow guessed he had a stomach which was a wimp when he had been drinking.
“I could clean the oven, fridge, and pantry for you.”
His eyes went to the pantry door, but he made no move to see what condition it was in. Everyone knew it was a close second to the seeds in punishments. He could buy a new oven and fridge, but he couldn’t buy a new pantry, and the women hated to clean worse than he did. They wouldn’t be bribed into doing it for him. Besides, they would tell Viper on him.
“What do you want?” he asked grimly.
“It’s going to take me at least a couple of hours to scrub that oven down. In case you didn’t know, that’s cheese on the bottom. The fridge is even worse—it smells like Armageddon—and the pantry has an ant infestation,” she told him before taking another sip of coffee.
“What’s your price?” he demanded through clenched teeth.
“I want your vote. Look at it this way; it’s going to take several hours of work to clean this mess up. If we had sex, it would take ten minutes. You’re getting a better deal. Besides, we both know you’re not going to vote me in with sex, anyway.”
Shade stared at her before shrugging. It was a no-brainer for him. “It’s all yours.” He poured himself another cup of coffee, giving her a smug grin. “I’ll have to tell Viper he must be getting old if you think sex lasts ten minutes.”