Page 98 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

ChapterForty-Five

Cillian

Downing a bottle of water from the fridge, I make my way outside, trying not to get too involved in this family business. My head isn’t on right for this. I see Declan on the ground and pick up my pace as Ruby starts yelling at her dad.

“How dare you!” she shrieks. “That was my kill!”

“You are acting like a child,” he spits back. “Pouting because you didn’t get to commit murder. Listen to yourself, Ruby.”

“Grrrrr…”

I tune them out and crouch down next to Declan. He comes to a bit, and I try to help him up, but I’m really in no fit state to do anything. Last night was…

“Here,” Layton says, helping me get my brother to his feet. “Why don’t you go and take a shower?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you take some paracetamol?”

“Two just now,” I reply, holding up the water.

He nods and gestures for me to go.

I think Ruby is going to be out here for a while, so I make my escape without her seeing me and duck back into the house. I head straight for the bathroom next door to the guest bedroom, not wanting to invade on her private space without her.

I turn the taps on and wait for the water to heat up. When it’s steaming hot, I strip off Declan’s clothes and wad them up into a tight ball to burn. He won’t want them back with blood, guts, Whiskey and probably piss all over them.

Stepping into the shower, I groan as the hot water hits my skin and I turn my face upwards to douse myself. I could do with a shave, but it’ll have to wait until later. I can’t move for toffee. Even if the world came crashing down now, it would have to do it around me.

Sighing in bliss as my aching head eases, I just stand there.

I jolt and open my eyes when the door opens, and Ruby sticks her head around. “Hey, you okay in there?”

“I think I fell asleep,” I chuckle, sliding the door open so I can see her.

“Not surprising. You were wrecked.”

“Still am, I think. Everything okay out there?”

“Mm-hm. How did it go last night after I left?”

“Good. All good.” I rub my head. “I hear you had a bit of fun yourself.”

“Ha, you could say that. Fucking hell, I wish this was all over.” Her gaze skates down my wet naked body and her eyes fill with desire. “Fancy a blowie? Might help with your hangover.”

I cup my dick and balls, glancing towards the door. “What about your parents?” I hiss.

“They’ve gone. For now. Had a lot to talk about amongst themselves. I’m sure my ears will be burning soon. So…blowie?”

“Pass, love. I’m a bit too drunk to enjoy it.”

“You mean too drunk to get it up?” Her wicked smile disproves that theory and I drop my hands to show her.

She giggles. “One last thing to take care of and then I can rest.”

“About that…” I bite the inside of my lip. She’s not going to be happy.

“What did you do?” Her eyes narrow in suspicion.

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