His face looked incredulous. “Of course, I just fucking shot him.”
I could feel tears streaming down my face, and I was pretty sure this was what hysteria felt like because nothing was making sense. “In the movies, they talk. The hero gets the villain to disclose his motives.”
“Motherfucker,” Cassius swore under his breath. “You must have hit your head somewhere.” I knew I looked a mess. I was bruised and battered, and I could see the effect it was having on Cassius because his eyes would harden every time his gaze ran over my face.
“You just shot him,” I repeated.
“Fuck yeah, I just shot him.” Cassius’ hands framed my face. “Baby, I’m not the hero in this movie. I’m every bit the villain Fischer was. And I don’t give one fuck what his motives were, or what he was thinking.He touched you.”
“I…I thin…think I’m having a nervous breakdown, Cassius,” I confessed, and I was pretty sure I was. My body started to shake, and I refused to look behind me.
He gathered me back in his arms, and though his hold hurt with all the cuts and bruises marring my body, I didn’t complain. “I got you, baby.”
I sunk into his embrace, and this was where I wanted to stay.
Forever.
It wasn’t until I heard other footsteps entering the house that I pulled free from the warmth and security of Cassius’ hold. When I looked up, a guy who looked just like Cassius was walking towards us, and I knew he must be his brother, Atticus. And my only thought was this was one hell of a way to meet someone for the first time.
Chapter 17
Cassius~
I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life, but this? This was the one thing that was going to scar me forever.
Seeing Devi running for her life, her hands tied behind her back and struggling, was a sight that was going to haunt me forever. So much in fact, that I wish I could bring that motherfucker back to life, so I could kill him all over again.
Only, this time, I’d take my time.
This time, I’d torture the sonofabitch for days before finally sending him to Hell.
After Atticus had shown up, Xavier hadn’t been far behind. I’d been carrying Devi to my car when he had shown up, and Xavier hadn’t said a word as he headed towards the farmhouse to see what we were dealing with.
It hadn’t been until Keith showed up that I had felt comfortable leaving Devi to clean up the mess I made. Knowing Keith wasn’t going to leave his sister, I had left them to go back into the house, Keith comforting her in the back seat of my car. And that was another thing I was going to have to take control of.
If Keith Westland thought he was going to get out of this unscathed, he was wrong. If I had to ship the asshole to a rehab in Vermont to get his shit together, then that’s what I was going to do. And if this wasn’t a wakeup call for him, he’d no longer have a sister. Keith could fuck right off if he thought I’d ever let something like this touch Devi ever again. I had no qualms about my illegal shit because I took care of what was mine, but his bullshit? Yeah, nah.
We were all standing over Alvin Fischer’s lifeless body, the hole in his head making an ugly mess. Xavier’s toe tapped Alvin’s foot. “We could always just torch the place,” he suggested.
“Why don’t we see who owns the property first,” Atticus replied.
“We need to get rid of the body,” I said. “We can torch the place, but we can’t leave his body here.”
“Do we bury it or chop it up?”
If Devi weren’t involved in all this, I’d feel confident burying the body would be enough. But because I didn’t want any of this coming back to her, there needed to be no evidence of what happened here today. Burning the farmhouse wasn’t a problem. With the obvious vandalism, the police would probably think it was squatters lighting a fire that got out of hand. And as long as the insurance paid out, I imagine the owner wouldn’t care, but I had to be sure.
I glanced at my brother. “Pull up who owns this property before we torch it.” Atticus immediately pulled out his phone to do what I asked.
“Baker.” We all turned to see Keith walking into the house. He looked tired and pale, but it served him right if he had trouble sleeping after this.
I knew I would.
“What?”
“Devi was telling me what happened, and the guy who knocked Kim out, she said Alvin called him Baker.”
“He has to be talking about Baker Landers,” Xavier said. “He’s part of Alvin’s crew and the asshole is known to put his hands on women. I can see him knocking Kimberly Alba out.”
