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She didn’t respond, and Gator’s anxiety intensified. He stepped closer to her, gently taking the bat out of her hand. She brought her hands up to cover her face, and Gator could sense her distress.
Without hesitation, he leaned down and put his fingers on the side of Marvin’s neck to confirm what he already knew. The man was dead. Gator felt a twinge of satisfaction, knowing that Marvin could no longer harm her. But his elation was short-lived because he knew that Sylvie would be the prime suspect in Marvin’s murder.
Gator stood up and grabbed Sylvie’s arms, pulling them away from her face. He tried to reassure her, “I’ll fix this. Everything will be all right.”
Sylvie shook her head in denial, tears streaming down her face, but Gator kept repeating his promise to her. He had to protect her, no matter what it would take. “I’ll clean this up. No one will know.”
* * *
Gator ledSylvie into the bathroom, gently guiding her by the shoulders as he spoke in a low, soothing voice. “You need to wash all the blood off yourself and your clothes, alright?”
He turned the shower on and put his hand under the water to check the temperature. Satisfied that it was warm enough, he told her it was ready, before stepping back out into the kitchen. His brow furrowed as he muttered to himself, “What the fuck am I going to do about this?”
The grim scene before him was a stark reminder of a problem he knew would undoubtedly escalate if he didn’t find a solution…and fast.
He rifled through the cabinets in the kitchen, the sounds of their opening and closing echoing in the tense atmosphere. He hoped to find something that would help him stop the flow of blood that was slowly spreading across the kitchen floor.
When he found some plastic bags, he realized that while not ideal, they would be enough to contain the mess until he could think of what else to do. He grabbed one of them and carefully slipped it over Marvin’s head before winding the tape he had found in one of the drawers around and around the plastic, sealing it tight against Marvin’s neck. “What a fucking mess,” he muttered.
Suddenly, he heard a sound behind him and quickly turned around. Sylvie stood there, her body trembling, and her eyes filled with fear.
Gator’s gaze softened as he looked at her, knowing that she needed him now more than ever.
She’d emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. Gator couldn’t help but stare at her, admiring her beauty as she brushed a strand of hair off her face. He blocked her view of the body, and she looked up at him, her blue eyes reflecting the light. She looked sad and scared, and all he wanted to do was comfort her, so he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her. After holding for her for a while as she sobbed into his shoulder, he felt bad about himself because he couldn’t help feeling turned on. He’d forgotten all about the body at his feet in that moment.
After a while, he placed his hands on her shoulders and held her back as he looked into her eyes. “Are you OK?”
She gave him a blank look. He knew the question was stupid as soon as he’d said it…but what do you say when someone has just beaten another person to death with a baseball bat?
He placed his hands on either side of her face and wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. As he was trying to work out what to say next, the towel fell to the floor, and she was standing naked…right before his eyes.
He immediately squatted down to pick it up, his face inches away from her body when he heard “What the fuck!”
He grabbed the towel and brought it up to her as fast as he could, covering her body before looking towards the voice in the hall.
Bruno had his gun pointed at Gator, but he lowered it slowly as he looked past the big biker at the body on the floor.
Gator was about to speak, when Bruno held his finger up to his mouth. He stepped quietly past Gator and over the body, not looking at Sylvie, and crept to the back door. He looked through the screen door before pushing it open suddenly and shouting, “Stop or I’ll shoot.”
Gator was beside him in a flash, but Bruno turned around and said, “Too late…he’s gone.”
“He who?” Gator asked. “And what the hell are you doing here?”
“I got a tip that something was going down, so I followed Marvin here and saw someone else rush in the open door with that.” He pointed to the baseball bat that was lying on the floor.
Gator looked from the bat up to Sylvie. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, still in shock over what had just happened as she looked at Bruno.
“You’re OK?” Bruno asked Sylvie while nodding to her in the affirmative. She mirrored his head gesture, then turned around and walked into her bedroom.
Gator looked at Bruno then crossed his arms and said, “Well?”
“I’ll tell you everything…but not now. You need to get rid of this,” he said, pointing to Marvin, “and make sure Sylvie is OK.”
“Get rid of this?”
“Yeah…and don’t say a word to anyone. Not even Baptiste.”
“Get rid of this?” Gator asked again.
