Page 104 of Anger

“I got you. I brought the tow truck with me, so I can get his car to another place, stage it then shove him inside with the hope they’ll think the meat pile you left of him happened because of the crash.”

We wrap the body in a plastic tarp from my garage. I help Priest carry it out, tucking it into William’s car before Priest tows both away.

I run back inside, barely shutting the front door.

All that’s left is the blood.

Stop crying…

Be a man…

It’ll make Ezra fight…

So much blood.

It’s on my hands and pooling on the floor.

They made us fight each other.

I snap back to the present then run into the kitchen to grab bleach and rags. I need to clean this up before Ezra gets home. I need to wash my hands. I need to—

“Damon!”

I stop in place.

“Damon, you better answer me right now!”

Ezra appears in the doorway to the kitchen, his stare dropping from my face to my hands. As I hold them under the water that turns pink, I look over at him with a frantic stare.

He storms over to me. “What happened?”

I can’t.

I won’t

Ezra doesn’t need to know what I’ve done.

“Grab the bleach and help me clean up the blood throughout the house.”

It dripped from my hands when I was done, a trail of it leading into the kitchen so I could grab my phone to call Priest.

“What the hell happened?” Ezra roars.

“Just grab the bleach…“

He can’t find out.

I won’t let him know.

All I can do is lie to him.

Amélie

Never let men tell you they’re not the same.

I don’t care if they’re white-collar, blue-collar, young, old, rich, poor, sophisticated or crude. If they have a dick, they’re the same; it just takes the right moment to bring it out of them.

A man’s brain works differently than a female’s. Sure, many women know that already—it’s a fact as old as time. But scientists with all their new technology have finally proven it to be true.

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