Page 64 of Scandalous Contract
“I-I didn’t think...” his voice trailed out.
“No, you didn’t think,” I spat, shoving him into the gravel next to the woman. “You just decided to do whatever the fuck you wanted to do and hoped no one noticed.”
Louis was breathing hard, skin pale, tears pouring down his face.
“I’ll fix it,” Louis panted. “Just tell me what to do.”
“There’s nothing you can do to fix this,” I told him. “But you will pay for putting us in this situation. And you’ll pay with your life.”
Louis tried to scuttle backward.
“There’s nowhere you can run,” I told him, hoping he tried to run.
He pushed himself to his feet, then turned and bolted, feet slipping in the loose gravel. He stumbled, caught his balance, and took off in a full sprint. Smirking, I raised my hand, signaling my men to stand down.
Let him run. Let him think he had a chance. It made the hunt more fun. He actually thought he could escape me.Pathetic. I gave him a head start, savoring the anticipation. But my patience wore thin.
He was moving too damn slow, and I had better things to do. I took off after him, closing the distance in seconds. Grabbing the back of his shirt, I yanked him toward me. He spun, throwing a wild punch.
I leaned aside, letting his fist sail past my face. Off balance, he left himself wide open.My turn.I drove my fist into his gut. He doubled over with a wheeze, spit flying from his mouth. I didn't give him a chance to recover.
A knee to his face sent his head flying back before he sprawled to the ground, blood streaming from his nose. That was over much too fast. I was riled up now. I needed a fight. A full fight. A real fucking fight.
“Get up,” I told him, walking closer.
He shook his head. “I don’t... want any problems.”
"You don’t want problems, yet you tried to fuck me over. That sounds like you wanted a motherfucking problem to me," I snarled, standing over him.
He raised a hand as if to ward off the next blow. I stomped on his outstretched arm, hearing the satisfying crunch of bone as I ground his hand into the dirt. His scream of utter agony echoed through the site. It was music to my ears. I crouched, grabbing a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look up at me.
"You set me up with corpses on a legit job. What the fuck did you expect to happen if we found out?"
He blubbered, tears mixing with the blood on his face. "Please, Julian... I know I fucked up. I just. My client ordered me to get rid of bodies for him. And this... this was the only way I knew how.”
“Which client?” I demanded.
He shook his head, crying like a bitch. “I can’t say.”
I slammed my fist into his nose. “Which client?” I yelled.
“I’m sorry,” Louis wailed.
“So you didn’t kill these women?”
“No... sir.”
I found that hard to believe. I stood, dragging him by his collar back toward the women.
“Are you saying that if I had these bodies autopsied, the coroner wouldn’t find your DNA on any of these women?”
“I...” Louis’s words trailed off.
“What? Can’t answer?”
“I... I didn’t kill them, Julian. I swear. But... I... did stuff with the bodies after receiving them.”
“What?” I frowned, cocking my head to the side to stare down at that sick motherfucker. “Is that why they’re already decaying? The client gave you the bodies to dispose of, and you kept them around as your fuck toys?”
