Page 63 of Scandalous Contract
“I-I can explain,” he stuttered, sweat instantly dotting his forehead.
I didn’t say a word. Just lifted my hand and crooked a finger, motioning him forward. He took a step back instead. Marshall, who was standing just behind him, shoved him hard between the shoulder blades.
“You’re going in the wrong direction,” Marshall snapped.
Louis stumbled forward, nearly tripping over his own feet. I walked toward him, my gaze fixed on his beady eyes that now darted around like he was searching for an escape route. There was no escaping this. When I reached him, I grabbed his collar and yanked him forward, dragging him toward the pit.
“No, wait, Julian, I can explain...” he whimpered, struggling against my grip.
“Look at her,” I growled.
I shoved him to his knees and gripped the back of his head, forcing his face within inches of the corpse. So close, he could probably taste the decay in the air. So close, that if the woman were alive, she’d feel his breath against her cheek. She’d probably felt that before she died.
I hated that I was forcing her to endure his presence again. I hated that I was going to bury this motherfucker at the same place she’d be buried. She didn’t deserve that. But at least she’d bear witness to the death of her murderer because Louis wasn’t leaving the site alive.
He wasn’t leaving the site at all.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
JULIAN
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LOUIS GAGGED AND CRIEDout as I shoved him closer to the corpse. He twisted and squirmed, feet scrabbling against the gravel as he tried to pull back, but my grip didn’t budge.
“Help! Somebody...” he shouted.
“Help isn’t coming for you, Louis. Just like no one came to the aid of these women.”
“Julian... it isn’t what you think.”
“Don’t insult my fucking intelligence,” I snarled. “Why the fuck is there a dirty setup on a legit site? Huh? Did you forget how we operate? Or were you trying to pull one over on me?”
He sobbed, shaking his head violently. “I didn’t... I wasn’t trying to hide them from you, Julian. I swear! I thought it was cleared. I thought the bodies were handled already.”
“Handled?” I hissed. “You thought throwing bodies under gravel and sendingmycrew to pour over them washandlingit?”
