Page 21 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

“Maybe if you’d stayed where you belonged,” I grumbled. “You wouldn’t be dead right now.”

Funny enough, neither one of us suggested that we call the cops.

Instead, we both watched as he twisted and turned on the ground, unable to breathe, and likely bleeding out inside of his chest cavity.

Good. Fucking. Riddance.

“I don’t feel bad,” she admitted as she watched him turn first red, then blue, then white.

All of a sudden, all movement stopped, and I knew.

He was dead.

“Ding dong, the witch is dead,” she whispered quietly under her breath.

“I think you got ‘witch’ and ‘psycho’ mixed up.” I chuckled.

God, why the fuck was I laughing right now?

I should be freaking the fuck out.

Instead, I was staring at the piece of shit on the ground, glad that he wouldn’t be alive any longer to terrorize anyone.

“What do we do now?” she asked. “Do we leave him? Call the cops and tell them what happened? I don’t think that I can say this was self-defense. I have zero poker face.”

I thought about it for a few long moments, then shrugged.

“I have a few thoughts,” I said carefully.

She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I’ll help you. You won’t do this alone.”

She helped me sink the body in the river.

Together, we cleaned up the crime scene. We discarded our clothes, and for the first time in my life, I’d seen someone else besides Mimi naked.

In all of the baggy clothes and hats she’d worn, I’d never once looked at her as anything other than a person.

But seeing her naked? Seeing all those shapely curves and gorgeous skin?

Yeah, she was a knockout.

As in, my dick got hard instantly, and I had to find a way to hide it.

“I have clothes.” She gestured toward the road. “But there’s a place right before we get there that always has a fire burning outside. They use the coal to do something that I don’t know. But we can throw all this in there. About half a block that way is my apartment.”

That’s when she turned and I saw the scars.

Hundreds of them.

In the streetlight, they glowed silvery purple, and they were numerous.

But it was the huge purpling bruise on her back that caught my attention for now.

“What happened?” I asked as I held on to my junk as I jerked my chin.

I’d planned to dump my clothes in the river. But incinerating them sounded much better.

Though, had I known we were walking, I would’ve waited until we got there to ditch the clothes.

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