Page 33 of Fury

I spin on her, allowing my anger to take over. The fact she’s been exposed to all this is sending me over the edge. I should have stepped in sooner to avoid her getting so involved. “He just killed a man in front of you,” I yell. “He’s not going to let you walk away.”

I head into the kitchen, and she rushes after me. “What do you mean?”

“We need bleach,” I say, ignoring her panic-stricken face. “Clean every surface in here. Get rid of any trace of Logan.”

“What about his body?” she asks, tears filling her eyes. “We should call the police.”

“Don’t you get it?” I snap. “You’re in too deep, Xanthe. Fuck!” I run my fingers through my hair and turn my back on her. “I told you to stay the fuck away from him,” I mutter.

“So, this is my fault?” she cries.

I turn back to her as she swipes angrily at the tears that have escaped and stained her cheeks. “No, it’s just . . .” I groan. “If you’d have listened, we wouldn’t be here now. But we are, so find some bleach and I’ll call Axel.”

I step into the back garden and close the door before dialling my President off my burner phone. He answers on the second ring. “How’s things?”

“Bad. Very bad,” I reply. “Can you get the clean-up here urgently?”

“It’s the middle of the day,” he says. “What’s happened? Fuck, you haven’t ended Donnie, have you?”

I frown. “No, but it might be a possibility very soon.”

“We’ve done some digging, and we’re hearing some bad shit.”

“He ended Logan,” I mutter, “in front of Xanthe.”

“Fuck.”

“He’s lost his mind. We both know it means she can’t walk away.”

“He’ll end her,” says Axel.

“Exactly. He wants her working for him on the weekends, patching up some of the fighters.”

“You have to get her out of there.”

“I plan to.” I stare through the kitchen window just as the front door opens and Chevy walks in. “I gotta go. His man’s just walked in. Hold on with the clean-up.”

“I’ll have a room set up for her.”

I disconnect and head inside. Chevy points to a box, and I already know it contains the shit I use to clean up. “Thought you’d need this.”

“I can’t get rid of a body in the fucking day,” I snap. “I’ll sort it later.”

“Boss insisted I stick around.”

I frown. “Why?”

“To make sure the clean-up goes well.”

“What are you talking about?” I snap. “He’s never been bothered before.”

“She was never involved before,” he replies, and I glance over to where Xanthe is scrubbing the worktop while staring into space.

“She’s not getting involved now,” I hiss, stepping closer.

“You think there’s a choice?” he asks with a smirk. “I’ve lined some bags to stop him . . . leaking out all over the place. I’ll grab them from the car. Get him in those and we’ll take them to the car as soon as it’s dark.”

“This is fucked-up,” I mutter, shaking my head.

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