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But memories of my time with Julian kept drifting through my mind for the rest of the day. They even followed me home, tormenting me in my dreams. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling needy, wanting something only he could provide.Ugh!
Getting him out of my head was going to be harder than I expected.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
JULIAN
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IPULLED INTO TRAFFICand headed toward the office from the Bak Boutique Hotel site, where my guys were taking care of Louis once and for all. I’d cracked the window, but that hadn’t helped.
The stench was still there, clinging to my skin and clothes. It wasn’t that I’d never seen a dead body before. But when I did, it was usually right after a kill when the people still looked like people.
Even charred bodies were easier to look at than those decaying women wrapped in tarps and dumped like garbage. That kind of shit left a mark on your mind. And the smell.Fuck!I’d seen death. I’d caused death. But I’d nevertasteddeath until today.
I could taste that scent. It was seeping into every pore in my body. I needed to shower and brush my damn teeth. However, there were a few things I needed to take care of before that. I hit the button on my dash and called my father.
Guiliano Cattaneo answered on the second ring. “Hey, son.”
“Hey, Dad.”
“What’s wrong?”
“We had some shit go down today at the Bak Industries pour,” I stated.
“What and who?” dad asked.
I told him everything about the gravel pit, the three women in tarps that Marshall and the team uncovered. I told him about Louis's sick confession and his admission that the Clarks were behind this.
Then I told him what I’d set in motion, how I planned to send the bodies back to Clark Construction as a little special delivery. He didn’t say a word while I talked. When I finished, he let loose.
“Fucking Clarks,” he muttered. “Those stupid bastards. Are they insane? I knew they’d been making moves recently, but I didn’t think they’d pull some shit like this. In fact, I didn’t believe they had it in them.”
“Something about this feels off. Why pull something like this now?” I asked. “And why something of this scale?”
“You’re right, son. They’ve always been greedy. But this screams desperation. There’s more to this than what Louis said. You handled it well,” he added. “Smart thinking sending their problems back to them. I’ll inform the consigliere so he can prepare just in case this gets messy.”
