“You owe me big time for this,” Emeri told Brooks, snapping latex gloves on while sending him a glare.
This situation was why the Elder Sons had come to us.
Why they wanted us to join the Night Sons.
While they could pay their way out of problems, they were too pussy to clean up bloody crime scenes. The few who had tried were behind bars.
Brooks had done a number on the guy, Peter.
I’d actually liked Peter. He seemed cool, which was why I’d voted yes when his photo came up during Son Selection.
I counted at least fifteen stab wounds on the bloody body crumpled on a rug stained with red.
Nearly every stab wound was near the heart, but there were a few on his stomach and face.
Brooks’s anger had gotten the best of him.
For someone who couldn’t stand her, the idiot sure didn’t like anyone else seeing Daphne naked.
We didn’t want to risk his twin coming around, so I instructed Cedric to keep him busy. He’d dragged him off to some bullshit meeting in Nico’s room.
I’d also told Arisono to clear the dorm floor. When she askedhow, I reminded her she was the headmaster. Figuring that out was her job.
Twenty minutes later, she’d evacuated the floor, saying they needed to check on a gas leak.
We cleaned up the scene first, rolling the body off the blood-soaked rug and stuffing the rug into a plastic bag. After laying down a fresh tarp, we dumped him onto it.
The kid’s skin had turned nearly purple by then. Brooks had taken a few hours to come to me.
Even with the floor empty, we still had to watch the noise we made. That meant Emeri had to use a handsaw to get through the bones. Power tools were always your friend in jobs like these, but it was too risky.
As Emeri started sawing through skin and bone, Brooks gagged and stumbled toward the corner.
“Nope.” I grabbed him by the collar, dragged him back, shoved him down beside Emeri, and forced a saw into his hand. “You wanted to kill him. Now, you help clean it up.”
It took hours to cut the guy into pieces small enough to fit inside the duffel bag.
I already had a plan in place, and Brooks would be in charge of cleaning up his own crime. He’d haul the bags to his car, drive them to the funeral home, and pay to have the limbs cremated.
We had a contact who owned a funeral home in the city, and for a large fee, he allowed us to bring in bodies to turn into ash.
I wasn’t taking money out of my pocket because Brooks had gotten jealous that someone else was choosing Daphne as his Fawn while he was too much of a pussy to do it himself.
Brooks grunted as he slung the bags over each shoulder.
I stopped him before we left. “One more thing.”
He dropped the bags and huffed out a breath.
“We do this, and you’re choosing Daphne as your Fawn.”
When he opened his mouth to argue, I kept talking. “If this kid didn’t select her, someone else will. Maybe even his twin. You will select Daphne as your Fawn. Give me your word, or we’redone, and you figure out how to get rid of that body yourself. Fix the problem on your own.”
Brooks’s lips flattened as he glared at me. The vein in his neck twitched as he stared at me like I was his worst enemy.
“You know my father?—”
“Then you tell the president to fucking get here and clean your own mess up.” I kicked one of the bags across the floor. “Yes or no, Brooks? Decide right now. You made the choice to kill this man. Now, we have to fix it.”
