For a moment, she let me soothe her. Her lustful taint gave way to sobs, and she crumpled deeper into my embrace. Together, we fell to the floor—me to my knees and Nila in my lap. I rocked her. I kissed her. I promised so many, many things.
Time ticked onward, putting seconds then minutes between her and taking Daniel’s life. Nothing else would be able to fix her—only time and distance.
Finally, the shock of killing left and her eyes opened to focus resolutely on Daniel. Any hint of desire disappeared with clear-headed determination. “Cut will be back for his turn soon.” Her voice shook. “What do I do, Kite? What do I do with the body?”
“You?” I laughed harshly. “You aren’t doing anything. You’ve done too much already.” I ran a hand through my hair. “I should’ve been there for you and I wasn’t. I’ll deal with this.”
Her skin turned frigid beneath my fingertips. “No, you have to go. If Cut sees you—”
“I don’t fucking care if he sees me.” Pushing Nila off my lap, I stood. Marching across the tent, I tore through her open suitcase and threw fresh knickers and leggings her way. “Put these on. And shoes. I’m going to get rid of Daniel and you’re coming with me.”
“But—”
I cut my hand through the air. “But nothing, Nila. I’m not letting you out of my sight. Got it?”
“But Jasmine and Kes. You have to think of them. Cut can’t know you’re still alive, he’ll—”
Kill me. Yes, I know.
But my life was worthless compared to hers. I would willingly trade it if it meant she walked away from this with no more bruises or battered memories. She’d already endured so much. She wore the marks of war, and I refused to let her endure more. I’d tried to save too many people. Kes would understand, and Jaz would expect me to do what was right.
Thiswas right.
Nila was my only choice.
“Don’t worry about them. I know what I’m doing.” I glanced at my dead sibling, feeling nothing but relief. His cock taunted me with what he’d done to my woman. If he wasn’t already dead...he would die with severe mutilation to purge myself of the wrath in my blood.
“So...how will we dispose of the body?” Nila whispered.
My mind ran with scenarios. “We could cover him in liquor and make it seem like he drank himself into the grave.”
Nila swallowed. “Is that believable?” She looked at the floor where the long bloody weapon stuck to the tent covering. “I stabbed him in the heart with my knitting needle. The two wounds are small, but there. They’d know it wasn’t self-inflicted.”
She killed him with a needle?
An awed smile lit my face. “You’re so fucking strong.”
She glanced away, despair still prominent.
I rubbed my face, willing tiredness and pain to fade so I could come up with a solution.
Think.
Where could I put him that Cut wouldn’t find him?
The diamond mine!
The idea sprang from schematics to doable. “We can make it look like an accident. I can bury him in the mine. Make it look like he fell.”
Nila paused, tasting my plan, nibbling at it for flaws.
“Shit, that won’t work.” I shook my head. “I couldn’t get him there without someone hearing the Jeep.” My eyes narrowed, rushing forward with a new idea.
Then, it came to me.
Africa would take care of it for me.
I snapped my fingers with decision. “I know what to do.”
