Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“What I had to do.”
He approaches me, still clutching his robe like he’s afraid it’s going to fall open and expose him. “He’s an officer of the law.”
“So?”
“So? The entire station will come looking for him. You cannot just go around murdering anyone you wish.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have. But this fucker is never getting near her again.
We both look at the body, but adrenaline floods my brain, and I can’t fucking focus.
“What are you going to do?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I didn’t think about what happens after.”
“You didn’t think? You didn’t think? Gee, you don’t say.”
I slam my hand in front of his mouth. “You tell me to shush. You keep your fucking voice down too.”
He grabs my wrist and lowers my hand but doesn’t release me. “You just killed someone, and you didn’t think about the consequences. You have a body on your hands you need to get rid of.”
“If you wanna lecture me, leave,” I spit.
“Let me help you.”
I frown. “Why? Why would you help me?”
“Because … if I let you—Sunny’s shiny new toy—go to jail, how happy would that make her?”
My eyes narrow. “That’s your reasoning?”
He nods a few times. “And we should be friends.”
My face droops. “Seriously?”
He throws me an awkward look. “Well, we’re both engaged with that killer lady. It would make perfect sense.”
“It makes zero sense.” I close the gap between us. “There is only one of her and two of us. That makes us rivals. Not friends.”
“We can share.” He tilts his head. “I’m not opposed to sharing her.”
“She won’t allow it,” I reply. “Besides, you and I have nothing in common.”
After a stare down, I turn around and grab Bob’s arms, attempting to lift him, but he’s too goddamn heavy to carry all by myself.
“Our undying love for a serial killer is one thing,” Orion muses as he suddenly bends over to grab the guy’s legs.
I pause. “What are you doing?”
“Like I said … helping you.” He lifts the body like it’s no big deal and smiles.
I don’t fucking understand why he’d do this for me. He owes me nothing.
“Go on. Grab his arms,” he says.
I clear my throat and pick up the man’s wrists, and he helps me move the body back toward the entrance to the Tartarus House.
“Where do you want to take him?” he asks.
“My trunk,” I answer.
He nods, and we carry the body to my car in silence, which is parked right beside the building. There are only a few parking spaces available that are under the cover of several trees and bushes, making it the ideal hideout, and I’m fucking lucky I was able to park there today. Normally, those are the hardest spots to obtain, but I guess everybody was too busy getting ready for the party currently happening in the house.
When we’re there, I swiftly open the car’s trunk and hoist the body inside, then lock him in. I look over my shoulder at the trail of blood, and I open my car door and pull out a bottle of water, then throw the water all over the bloodied ground.
“What are you doing?” Orion asks.
“Can’t leave tracks,” I say.
I grab a broom standing next to the house to sweep away some leaves and dust over the remaining sludge to make it less visible.
“It’s not much, but it’ll have to do.”
“What are we going to do with the body?” he asks as we both head back to my car.
“What do you mean we?” I look him up and down. “You’re wearing a bathrobe.”
He scowls at me. “And? I’ll have you know, this isn’t just any robe, it’s a Ralph Lauren.”
“It’s a robe,” I retort. “End of story.”
I hop into my car and close the door, but within seconds, he’s opened the passenger’s side and hopped in too.
“What are you doing?”
“How many times are you going to ask me that question, Xavier? The answer doesn’t change.” He throws me a smug-ass smile. “Aren’t you going to drive?”
“I have a body to get rid of.”
“Yes, but you’re not going to be able to lift it out of the trunk by yourself,” he says, chuckling as he grabs my arm and squeezes my biceps. “You need more than just these.”
“Wow…” I jerk free of his grip.
“Oh, it wasn’t an insult, I think you’re quite strong. You just don’t tend to use your brain and muscles simultaneously.”
I narrow my eyes. “Thanks.”
He shakes his head. “That came out wrong.”
“You think?”
“The point is, I can’t leave you with that body still fresh in your car.”
Rolling my eyes, I start the car, but then he suddenly opens the door again. “Wait.”
He runs toward the Tartarus House in his bathrobe, looking ridiculous as fuck, and returns within mere seconds, out of breath … and with a damn saw in his hand.