Page 37 of Mafia Prince (Paranormal Delights 1)
"Right. Do you at least have the keys?"
He nodded and pointed to the ground. "I held them in my mouth. They're over there."
Cyrus nodded. "Okay, Porter. Can you drive?"
"A little, but not great," he said quietly.
"That leaves me." Cyrus looked at his arm. It was slowly starting to heal, but he was going to need some serious energy to make it go faster and he would be right back to starving. His nails grew into claws and he dug out the bullet with a hiss, blood spurting out as he closed his eyes and dropped it to the ground. "Okay, tie your rags around my wound. It should hide the blood."
"How are you so good at this?" Porter whispered as he watched the two of them work.
"This is our life." Cy frowned. "We've all killed, Porter. And we know how to cover our tracks. Ow!"
"Sorry." Foi looked at his handiwork. "Do it quickly."
"I'll be right back. Keep him safe."
Cyrus made his way back to the car and drove it down the alley carefully. He was glad when he could get out, because his arm was throbbing and trying to steer was hell. Besides, he wasn’t known for his driving skills.
After he popped open the trunk, Foi dropped the body inside before they all climbed back into the car. Cy sat in the back this time, his head in Porter's lap as he pulled out his phone and called Arden.
"We have a problem."
Porter frowned once Cy was off the phone. "Is he going to be pissed at me for this?"
"Maybe a little, but far more worried." Cyrus glanced up at him. "But I think it's time for you to tell us what's going on, Porter. You knew that man and he clearly knew you." He reached up with his good arm and touched Porter's split cheek. "You need to talk to us."
Porter sucked in a sharp breath. "I don't want to get kicked out."
"No one's gonna kick you out," Foi growled from the driver’s seat. "We're going to keep you safe."
"Exactly, but we deserve to know."
Finally, Porter sagged and nodded. "Okay."
Cyrus sat up, but Porter pushed him back down into his lap. The man stared out of the window, a million miles away, his fingers massaging Cyrus's hair and scalp. But that frown wouldn't leave his lips.
Dread filled the incubus’s stomach. He had a feeling things were going to change, and he didn't want to lose Porter. Cyrus was already far too attached to the human.
"Why?"Arden asked as he stared into the trunk and then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why is it that whenever something happens, you're behind it, Porter?"
"Hey!" Porter pouted. "I didn't mean to do this." He waved a hand toward the bloody corpse. "He would have told my father where I was."
"And who exactly is your father?" Arden growled.
Porter shuffled from foot to foot. "Gabriel Manetti,” he whispered.
"Gabriel...Gabriel Manetti!"
Porter winced. "Yes."
"Who is Gabriel Manetti?" Foi asked.
"A criminal. A crime boss." Arden shook his head. "A monster. If there's one man you don't want to fuck over in your lifetime, it's him."
Porter blinked. "How do you know him?"
"Let's just say we've had a run-in." He grit his teeth. "And it wasn't pretty. You should have told me this ages ago." Arden slammed the trunk. "I'll have the witches take care of this. You three." He turned to them. "Upstairs, get cleaned up and changed, and meet me in Cy's room. Only grab Oz and Jaygen, that's it. We're keeping this under wraps."
