Page 39 of A Twisted Arrangement

“Can’t have people tracing you back to me, now can we.”

I clean my knife with his shirt, careful not to touch him more than necessary. No need to stain my clothes over this asshole.

Pulling out my phone, I fire off a text.

Me: I need a clean up at this location.

I drop a pin and send it to him.

Beck: Consider it done.

It’s only when I get into my car that my hands start shaking. He was entirely too close to getting to my girl.

Maybe I need to rethink the idea of putting a tracker on her.

I go through my calendar, clearing the entire thing. It’s time I pay my girl a visit and ask her what the hell she was thinking.

I pull my phone out and send a message to our brothers’ group chat.

Me: Family meeting at my place.

Me: Now

Xander: Do you have any idea what time it is?

Me: Do I sound like I care what time it is?

Damon: You woke Misty up. This better be good.

Bash: I’m pretty sure I’m still drunk from last night. I’m going to sit this one out.

Me: Like fuck you are. Get your ass to my place.

Damon: Just tell us why.

Me: Someone tried to attack Scarlet.

Xander: Oh shit.

Bash: Xander come pick me up. I can’t drive in this state.

Damon: I’ll grab the coffee.

Bash is the first to walk into my place, dropping his coat on the table near the door. Xander and Damon come in immediately after him.

“So did you kill him?” Bash asks as he takes the coffee Damon hands him, gratitude written all over his face.

I raise one brow and cross my arms where I’ve propped myself up on the wall. I’m way too worked up since getting home to sit. “What do you think?”

Bash runs his hand through his hair, his eyes glassy. He wasn’t lying when he said he was still drunk from last night.

“Did you at least get rid of the body?” Damon asks and hands me my own coffee. I set it on the table, not needing another stimulant in my system while I’m already hopped up on adrenaline. My only regret from this morning was not killing him slower.

“It’s taken care of. I called in help from the Gentlemen.” They’re a nearby mafia who we’ve become close with over the years.

Xander whistles low. “Must’ve been messy to call in the big guns. We’re going to owe them a few favors after what they’ve done for Damon and now you.”

Bash smiles. “They can ask anytime. I’m more than happy to help.”

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