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“Are you honestly more concerned about not changing rather than the fact you actually brought me their hearts?”
He shrugs. “I’ve got standards.”
“But you brought me their hearts, Beast!” I practically shout. “That’s not normal behaviour.”
“You were right there when I warned them, Princess. Why is this such a surprise? I told you. I’m a killer,” he says calmly, and in such a way it sounds like he’s trying to discourage me from liking him. The opposite couldn’t be more true. This is probably the most fucked-up, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.
“You said you would cut out their hearts if they came near Hud or me again which, unless I’m missing something, they haven’t.”
“Did I?” he shrugs. “Well, whatever. Carter wanted them dead. They’re dead.”
“Did he ask you to cut out their hearts?”
He chuckles, taking another deep pull on the drink. “Nope. That was all on me. When I say I’m gonna do something, I do it.”
“Fuck, okay!” I shake my head. “But why bring them here?” I ask, pointing at the metal box. I should be freaking the fuck out some more, but all I can think of right now is that we need to get rid of the evidence.
“I just wanted you to know they were dead, and you didn’t have to worry about them anymore. I’ll get rid of the hearts, don’t worry.”
“That’s, erm…” My voice trails off as I try to find the right words. But there are none. “You could’ve just told me they were dead.”
“Now where’s the fun in that?”
“You’re a little unhinged, you know that, right?”
“They don’t call me Beast for nothing, Princess.”
“I honestly thought that was because…”
“Because what?”
“Because you were…Big.”
“Big? He lifts a brow smoothing his palm over his abs. “I ain’t fat.”
“No, I meant—”
“Ah! So you’ve been talking to the strippers at Nine Lives, right? My cockisfucking legendary.”
“What?! No, I haven’t. I just meant you’re tall, built, that kind of thing,” I say waving my hand in his general direction. How has this conversation gone from carving out human hearts to the size of his dick? Jesus, if I didn’t already feel wide awake I’d have to pinch myself just to be certain I wasn’t dreaming.
“Well, now you know. I’m called Beast because I’m ananimalin all the bestandall the worst fucking ways. Know what I mean?” he says darkly and just like that, all of the amusement leaves his voice.
We fall silent and I watch him down almost half the bottle before I speak again. “You know Nadia is gonna be pissed with you. Look at the mess you’re making,” I say, pointing at the blood dripping from his cheek and onto the spotless floor.
“I’ll clean it up later.” I glance at his hands and the fact there's not a speck of blood on them. He notices me staring. “Gloves, Princess.”
“Of course,” I reply.
Pushing off from the counter, I grab some kitchen roll, wet it under the tap, fully aware that I should probably be a little more freaked out than I am right now. Growing up the daughter of a criminal hardens you to certain things, murder being one of them. I don’t care that the bastards are dead, but I am concerned there will be backlash for the people I do care about.
“What about Dougie’s father, isn’t he some rich banker or something? Won’t he be worrying about his son’s whereabouts.”
“He won’t be an issue,” Beast replies, eying me as I approach him with the kitchen roll. Instead of taking it from me, he places the bottle of whisky on the island and grips the counter top. I guess that’s my cue to clean him up.
“No?” I ask, concentrating on cleaning up the blood on his face and not the fact his intense gaze is boring holes into my skin.
“Your dad’s got some shit on him that will put him away for a long time. He won’t be contacting the police,” Beast says, watching me carefully as I dab the wet tissue against his cheek.
