Page 26 of Dangerous Games

I look her over. She’s not pale or freaked out. She’s not even looking at the body. In fact, she looks almost annoyed that she’s in my presence again. Her arms are crossed and her hip is cocked, much like it was the other night when she was little miss attitude. Makes me want to fuck it out of her.

“Just taking out the trash.” I smirk, but her brows lower in irritation.

“Since when is a dead body trash?” she asks.

“When it walks and talks like shit.” I shrug. And is sniffing around something that doesn’t belong to him, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Did you kill him?” Bronwyn cuts straight to the point.

That’s one of the many things I love about her. There’s no bullshit. You’re going to know exactly how she’s feeling either by her face or that mouth.

“Do you really want the answer to that?” I challenge, giving her an out. If she were smart, she would take it, but who am I kidding? She’s already in too deep. Who knows how the fuck Matteo is going to want to handle this one.

Bronwyn holds my gaze, the fire burning in her eyes. She looks exhausted. The dark circles around her eyes are more visible as she leans in to peer around me.

“Oh my god,” she gasps, her tired eyes widening.

Shit.

Maybe it was too soon to call that she would be cool with a dead body.

I step to the side to block her view, but she steps around me.

“Cara—”

“It’s him,” she cuts me off, sounding shocked. She quickly turns her attention back to me, the glare back in place. “Did you have him follow me?”

The accusation in her tone has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. “If I wanted to follow you, cara, I would do it myself, not send someone in my place. What kind of man do you think I am?”

I’m almost offended she would think so little of me.

“The kind that thinks it’s funny to keep pestering me. I already told you everything I know about my dad. You can stop with your sick games.”

“Bronwyn, I didn’t have anyone follow you,” I tell her, my tone low and serious. “Tell me what happened.”

“I don’t believe you.” She sniffs, looking away as she crosses her arms.

She looks as if she’s about to fall over on her feet.

“How about you head on upstairs while I handle this, and we can talk about what happened?” The last thing I need is someone walking by the alley and seeing us.

“I don’t want to talk to you about anything,” she declares, leaving no room for argument.

That’s fine. I’ve always thought it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission. I was just trying to be nice, but it’s clear that’s not the kind of man she needs.

“Suit yourself.” I shrug before moving back to Brian, turning my back to Bronwyn.

I can feel her watching me as I grab his ankles again and continue dragging him toward the dumpster. Once in range, I shrug my suit jacket off and lay it neatly on the bucket that’s turned upside down next to the dumpster, being careful not to get it dirty.

“Enjoying the view?” I ask as I turn and throw a wink her way.

“You wish,” she snaps. Bronwyn looks between me and Brian one more time before turning and heading toward the stairs.

I wait until I see that she’s inside safely before I bend down and heave Brian onto my shoulder. Blood leaking from his body seeps into my shirt, coating my skin. A rough grunt leaves my lips, and I toss him over the edge. His body crushes boxes on the way down.

I pick up my shell casings and jacket, leaving the blood for now. No one drives down this alley, and Enzo is working in the pizzeria today. I’ll make sure he takes the trash out. I move my car into its usual parking spot out front so it’s not blocking the end and head toward Bronwyn’s apartment.

I try my luck, hoping she left it unlocked for me, but she didn’t. Sometimes I think she likes this game of cat and mouse. It’s cute she thinks a little lock will keep me from her, especially when I have the master key to this one. Pulling my key ring out of my pocket, I swipe through until I find the one I’m looking for. Sliding it into the lock, a slow smile spreads across my lips as I hear the beautiful noise of the lock turning.