Page 31 of Nomad
“Demons United sends its regards,” I said smoothly, with no expression on my face. “See you in hell, motherfucker.”
I pulled the trigger.
Jade’s screams and the ear-splitting sound from the gunshot echoed through the massive warehouse. Then there was nothing but deafening silence.
I placed the gun in the waistband of my pants and faced the woman I loved. Tears flowed down her ashen face, and her hands covered her mouth in horror. I wanted to comfort her, but we needed to get out of here. I needed to put distance between me and this kill.
“We have to go, Jade.”
I rushed to her, but she took a step back, her gaze shifting back and forth between me and Allen’s dead body.
“You killed him.” She swallowed hard. “He’s dead.”
Fuck yeah, I killed him.And I’d do it again, I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. I ignored her comment. Now wasn’t the time to discuss what had happened. The longer I remained in town, the more likely his death could connect back to me. I wouldn’t be spending the rest of my existence in prison for this prick.
“Jade!”
She flinched, my tone bringing her back to reality.
“We have to go, now!”
She nodded.
I grabbed my rifle as we passed the concrete pillar and quickly made our way to the exit. “Where’s your car, Angel?”
“Umm… I took an Uber.”
Fuck! Well, I guess that’s better than having to get rid of her car.
“Okay.”
I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to my car with no resistance. She entered the passenger side. I got in the driver’s side.
“I’m going to take you home. We were never here. Do you hear me?”
She didn’t answer.
“Jade?” I reached out for her hand in her lap, but she pulled away. “Do you hear me?”
She shifted her body as far away from me as possible and stared out the window, her eyes remaining on the door of the warehouse.
I sighed.
The rejection stung, but I got it. This was traumatic. She’d learned the horrible details of what Allen had been up to, not to mention I’d killed him in front of her. Maybe she was in shock? I mulled over taking her to the hospital but decided not to. They would ask too many questions. Questions neither of us could answer.
I pulled out my phone and dialed J.D.
“The job’s done.”
I left out the bit about Jade being there because I refused for my brothers to look at the woman I loved as a liability.
“I’ll text the address.”
Not waiting for a response, I ended the call, sent the address to J.D., then crushed the burner phone. I started the engine, then got us the hell out of there.
She’ll have to forgive me. She has to.
Chapter Nine
