Page 59 of Vito

"The Chamber—"

"Will know nothing about this, Eden." Vito's look is hard and resolute.

I stare between the two of them. They're serious; they're going to cover this up. I can't process the why right now.

Raf moves, careful not to step in the pools of blood, and closes all the blinds and curtains.

"We'll get a team here to clean this up and get rid of these cunts." Vito hasn't taken his eyes off me.

"No, Vito."

"Yes, Eden."

I clench my fists and realize I still hold my weapons. I put the knife on the counter, then put the safety on the gun and put it down, suddenly feeling like it's burning my palm.

"I'm not using Santoro family resources to clean this up," I grit. "I'm not connecting you and your family deeper into my mess."

"This isn't your fucking mess." Vito stalks to me. I back up, but he keeps coming until I'm between him and the counter. He stops in front of me, not touching me.

"Ash and the Chamber might understand." I swallow hard. "That I killed Cutt."

"I killed Cutt. And that other piece of shit."

I shake my head. "Cutt broke into the home of Gilly's owner-operator; they could understand me defending myself."

Vito fists his hands. "Iended their fucking lives. And I'm not taking the chance that Ash or the Chamber will look the other way and not come at you. We're doing this my way."

I turn away because I can't think straight with Vito looking at me like he is. Like he wishes he could kill Cutt and Jax all over again.

I hold my hand out to Raf. "Give me my phone."

"Don't you fucking dare, Raf," Vito warns, low and dark, sounding like the apex predator he is.

I stare up at Vito and his bloody face, neck, clothes, and hands.

Between my legs is more than a mild throb.

Fucking twisted traitor cooch.

"I'm not calling Ash or anyone connected to the Chamber," I grit.

"Promise?" Vito's voice is deep as he stares hard at me. I can't read his expression.

"Do you want me to cross my heart and hope to die, too?"

He leans down. "Just cross your heart. I think I already proved that I don't want you to die." Then he straightens and nods at Raf.

"Tell me the contact," Raf says. "I'll hold the phone so you don't get blood all over it."

I have Cutt's blood on me, including my hands, and I grind my jaw. He's right.

"Pizza Jim's," I tell Raf the contact I want, then give him my code to unlock the phone—another code I'll have to change.

Needing to be away from Vito's intoxicating closeness, I push out from between him and the counter. I walk into the open space between the kitchen and living room.

With two dead bodies pooling blood on my floor.

I close my eyes but don't go anywhere else, so I don't track the bloody evidence everywhere.

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