“I need a cleanup,” I say, and he pauses.
“Where you at?” he asks, and I take a deep breath while wiping the hair out of my face.
“Spade’s warehouse,.” I say, and he whistles down the line.
“Got you,” he says, then the line goes dead.
Twenty minutes later, he and Ryker pull into the lot looking deeply unimpressed. Ryker takes one look at the body and chuckles.
“Damn, Romeo.”
“Shut up,” I growl as Ryder crouches beside the mess, shaking his head.
“You killed this poor bastard over a girl?”
“He talked too much.”
Ryker starts laughing immediately. “Nah, nah, nah. Tell me this dude died because Hayden Marks got jealous.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” I say as both twins stare at me silently then burst out laughing.
“Brother,” Ryder says through laughter. “You committed first-degree passion homicide.”
I roll my eyes, flipping him off while scrubbing blood from my knuckles with the hose on the side of the warehouse.
Ryker kicks the dead guy lightly with his boot. “Honestly? Kind of romantic in a deeply concerning way.”
“Can you idiots focus?” I growl.
“Right.” Ryder sighs dramatically. “Love cleanup duty. My favorite.”
“Where is Juliet?” Ryker asks, and I narrow my eyes at him. “Let me guess… you don’t know,” he says, and I take a deep breath.
“Do you want me to just kill everyone? Like fuck!” I seethe, and he laughs.
“No, dip shit. But for your conscience, she’s here. Inside,” he states.
My feet move before my brain has time to catch up. They both call after me but I don’t listen. I swing open the warehouse door, but someone grabs my shirt, pulling me away.
I spin and get in Ryker’s face. “Chill out, Ghost. She’s safe. She is unharmed, but you go in there covered in blood, you’re going to scare her. Is that what you want?” he asks, and I take a deep breath, running my hands over my face.
He’s right.
I wasn’t fucking thinking. I never think when it comes to her.
Fuck!
“Fine. Okay. I’ll go,” I say, and he pats me on the shoulder.
“Attaboy. Now get home and shower or something.” He laughs, and I roll my eyes.
The second I get home, I head straight for the shower. The hot water turns pink around my feet while blood circles the drain. My knuckles ache and my ribs feel too tight.
But weirdly? I can finally breathe easier knowing that guy can never touch her again.
Never look at her. Taste her, feel her.
MINE!
