Page 92 of Charity's Redemption

His laughter became hysterical as I wiped my hands against my jeans. “I’m going to do bad things to you, Max.”

“Promises, promises.”

He walked around the body as I huffed, pulling down my sleeves to my wrists with frustration. “You know I keep my promises, big guy.”

“Stop dicking around Charity and grab his feet.”

“Can I punch you right now?” I raised my fist. “Fuck it.” I slugged him in the gut as he laughed, choking out a response I couldn’t understand. “Grab his feet, Charity,” I mimicked with a derisive tone. Bending down, I grabbed his feet and lifted. Max continued laughing, leaving the heavy end on the ground. “Now who’s dicking around. Let’s get this over with.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He wiped the humor from his face and lifted the dead body, again with relative ease.

“I don’t even know why I’m helping carry this bastard,” I said as we walked him up the stairs. “You can clearly carry him on your own. Look at your fucking muscles, you’re not even breaking a sweat.”

“Do you have anything else you want to say?”

I shook my head. “You look sexy in those pants. I can’t wait to tear your nerdy outfit off you.”

Max coughed, nearly dropping Owen on the stairs, but he held him tight as we continued. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“I was hoping you’d trip up the steps.” I grinned as I voiced my evil thoughts.

Perspiration broke out across my brow as we heaved him into the back of the van with a resounding thud resembling that of a thrown cylinder brick against metal.

Max shut the doors and locked them before we headed back downstairs. I huffed and puffed as I meandered back down the steps, dreading the next trip with Kandy.

She was heavy, but not too heavy. I still struggled, nearly letting her tumble down the steps like a fucking bobsled made of human flesh.

I wasn’t cut out for this sort of physical activity. Let me run from or after something, hell I’d even climb stairs, but climbing stairs with an extra hundred and fifty plus pounds… I think I’m going to need my own grave.

We tossed Kandy beside her stupid boyfriend, then slammed the doors. My arms felt like jelly, and my knees popped when I took my seat in the passenger. I don’t think my back will feel so good tomorrow.

“Next time, we just throw them in a lye bath and say we buried them… how’s that?”

Max chuckled, not taking my devious plan seriously, then drove us far out of town to a little place I had picked out for the bastard before he arrested me and set my father against me.

“Turn here,” I said, pointing to the little sandy road. “I think I am going to sell my house.” I blurted it out like a volcano exploding from pressure.

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I kinda like the idea of a little domesticated killer living with her boyfriends. It’s grown on me.”

“Well, if you move in with Luca, it’ll only be one boyfriend. We have our own places… at least I will soon.”

“What if you didn’t…” I pulled on the jean material at my frayed knees. “move out, I mean?”

“What? Like stay with you and Luca?”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me in the dark cab. “Yeah. Arturo designed the house for a large Italian family. Why not use it as such?”

“One, he hasn’t invited me to stay, and two, I don’t know if I want to live with Luca. I need my space.”

“You have your space. It’s like fifteen-thousand square feet.” I tossed my hand in the air. “It’s not like you have to see anyone if you don’t want to. I spent my pre-teens avoiding my mother like the plague.”

“I don’t know.”

“Think about it. It solves the problem of finding a place to create new memories. If you move into Luca’s with us, then the walls already have them… and they’re ones you love.”

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