Killer Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Shit." Quinn says as him and Happy look at the two dead bodies lying on the floor of Happy's kitchen. "There's no way we can get these fuckers out of here before dark and we can't leave them here until then. They'll start to stink." Happy says. "What the fuck happened man?" Tig asks. "Fuckers broke in. Pulled their guns. We were faster." Quinn says. "What are we going to do man?" Happy asks. Tig thinks for a minute and says "I can make a call." Tig picks up his phone and when the person answers, "Hey. You busy?...I'll text you the address...See you in thirty." he says before hanging up. "Who'd you call?" Happy asks. "Willow Bachman." he says and they look at him confused. "Cleaner's kid." Tig says and Quinn asks "You couldn't call the Cleaner?" Tig shakes his head. "Retired man. Willow took over the business and she's just as good, if not better." Tig says.

Thirty minutes later, there's a knock on the door. Tig opens the door. "Hey kid." he says. "Hey Tigger." I say as I walk in the door. "I swear to God Tigger I should make you pay a fucking retainer." I say as we walk into the kitchen. I look at two bodies there and then look at the guys. "I need bleach, a tarp, something to cut them up with and a sink with a killer drain." I say and they all smirk at me. "What?" I ask not getting it. "Killer drain?" Tig asks. "Oh shit. Yeah. That was just coincidence." I tell them. They start getting out what I need and I ask "You got a basement?" Happy nods and the guys help me get the bodies moved to the basement. "How the hell did you move him?" Happy asks. "Stronger than I look killer." I tell him. "Hey kid. Music." he says. "90's hair bands please." I say and toss Tig my iPod and he puts the music on for me.

Two hours later, I have both bodies gone and the items I used are disposed of too. "What do we owe you?" Quinn asks. I look at him and then Happy and say "Let's just say you'll owe me a favor." I say before walking out the door. As soon as I walk out, I call my dad. "Hey Pop...yeah, headed home now...Dinner sounds great." I say before hanging up the phone. I get into the car and head to my dad's.

Inside the house, Tig sees them looking at the door and starts laughing. "Don't even think about it." Tig says. "What?" Quinn asks. "That girl doesn't just hook up and she doesn't get close to people." Tig says. "Why not?" Happy asks. "She doesn't trust people. It's how her old man raised her." Tig says. They lock up the house and head to the clubhouse.

Willow shows up to her dad's house and as she walks in, he's plating the food. "Hey kid." he says. "Hey Pop." I say and kiss his cheek as he hands me my plate. "What did you do today?" he asks. "Had a job. Charming." I tell him. "Tig?" he asks. "Yeah. Two db's." I say. "What did you charge?" he asks. "Told them they would owe me a favor." I tell him. "That's good. Tig's always good for it." he tells me and I nod. After dinner, I head home and see my boyfriend sitting on my steps. "Hey." I say. "Hey." he says back before following me inside. "Where were you today?" he asks. "Working." I tell him. "Working. What were you doing?" he asks. "Working." I say again. Shaking his head, he backhands me and says "What were you doing?" he asks again. "Working. I had a job to do for my dad." I tell him. Shoving me down, he kicks me in the ribs and says "I find out you're cheating on me, I'll slit your fucking throat." he tells me. I manage to get up and rasp "Get out." He smirks and asks "What was that?" I get up a little more and say "I said get out." He pins me to the wall and says "You don't tell me what to do." Shoving me towards my bedroom, he shoves me onto the bed and says "Strip." I don't move. "I said fucking strip." he yells. I do what he says and he hovers over me and forces himself on me until he finds his release on my stomach. "I'll see you soon Willow." he says before getting dressed and heads out the door.

I get up and shower and put ointment on my face to help with the bruising before sitting on the couch and smoking a joint. Once I finish off the joint, I head to bed and try to forget about what happened. I make a mental list of what I need to do tomorrow, including changing the locks and getting a gun. Maybe call in that favor to Tig.