When my father and Benny were almost to the SUV, Blair opened her door.
“Go ahead,” I said, my voice stopping her from doing something stupid.
She froze, staring at me from over her shoulder.
“Hang out with his dead body. I’m sure his friends will come over to finish the job he wanted to. And this time, I won’t be there to protect you.”
“All he wanted was my purse,” she argued, slamming the door shut, then holding said purse against her chest.
I clicked my tongue. “Silly, Blair. He wanted your purse, that necklace around your neck, and to fuck your pussy before dismembering your clit and wearing it as a fucking earring.”
She winced, her eyes widening, and pounded her pointer and middle finger against her skull. “What the fuck is wrong with your demented-ass brain?”
“Everything,” I said with a giant smirk before winking. “If you haven’t already established that I’m crazy as fuck, Blair, then I guess I severely doubted the smarts of the Fawn that I’d chosen.” I shifted the car into reverse and pounded my foot on the gas.
We sped back so fast that we nearly backed into the laundromat.
I turned the wheel, speeding out of the parking lot, noticing my father and Benny. I waved to his driver, grateful they’d taken up the job of cleaning up the body. As much as I loved killing, disposing of the bodies was always a fucking drag.
It took the high out of it.
Blair sat on her knees to look out the back window. “You’re just going to leave his body there?”
“No, someone will come take out the trash.” I grabbed a napkin from the center console, plucked the eye from the pocket, careful not to smash it, and held it out to her with the napkin. “You want it?”
I refused to touch the eye with my bare hands. As a germaphobe who also messed with blood, I made sure to always have gloves with me. Who knew what was in this guy’s bloodstream?
“What? No!” she shrieked.
“Fair enough.” I tossed it out the window and drove over it.
Twenty-One
Blair
I’d swornan oath to a madman.
To the damn devil.
Sitting in the passenger seat, I stared at him, jaw dropped, struggling to process how he’d casually tossed an eyeball out the window.
During theremoval, shock had drowned out the voice in my head that kept telling me to look away. I hadn’t thought he’d actually take out the man’s eye.
As I shut my eyes, my belly knotted, and I regretted my agreement to be his Fawn. Though it wasn’t like I’d had any say in the situation. My only options had been to accept his proposal or die. And I very much enjoyed breathing.
If only I’d followed Daphne’s advice and fled Saint Vale when we found out Enzo had selected me as a Fawn. I’d feared my stepfather’s threat of Saint Vale being my last chance, but his repercussions of me leaving yet another university would’ve been less traumatizing than being stuck with a man who enjoyed plucking out eyeballs.
Technically, Enzo hadn’t done it for pleasure.
In a strange sense, he’d done it to protect me, but he didn’t have to go to such extreme measures. Simply punching the guyand leaving would’ve sufficed. De-eyeballing him wasn’t necessary.
I’d learned that simplicity wasn’t Enzo’s style. He liked to be batshit crazy at all times. After meeting his father and brother, I understood where he had gotten it from. His father had had no issue stomping that guy’s face in.
Jett had been right. They were most definitely Mafia.
While the man had been banging on my window and I was terrified, I could never paint Enzo as my knight in shining armor.
He was a killer who had killed that guy. Who killed Jett. Who might’ve killed his last Fawn … and I was sure plenty of other people.
