Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty

Michael’s Point of View

I just managed to get the body into my car without drawing too much attention. One of the good things about seedy motels, noone is looking at you and people make a point of not remembering what they see.

Getting into the driver's seat, I turned the engine on, put my phone on the holder in front of me and headed off to find somewhere out in the countryside to bury my latest whore.

I was only about half an hour into my drive when my phone started ringing, I checked the caller ID, and it was Thomas. God, what does he want now? I call the guys Once every few weeks to keep them updated, so they know I’m not in jail or worse, and in return, they don’t bother me, that was the deal.

‘Yes, Thomas?’ I answered with annoyance already clear in my voice, hopefully telling him not to keep me on the phone too long. Besides, I was busy.

‘You need to come back’. I paused for a minute.

‘Why? Is something wrong?’ Was there a problem with one of the guys?!

‘Sh