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Her eyes darken, and she lunges, screaming at the top of her lungs. “For Anton!” she yells. The scalpel draws up and goes to ram it into my jugular.
I don’t have a second to waste, so I draw back the metal tray and slam it into the side of Charlotte’s head as hard as I can.
My back twinges with the force of the hit, but as she falls to the floor, her face instantly bloody, the scalpel falls.
Her body drops.
Her head smacks the concrete with an almighty crack.
She doesn’t move.
My heart skips a beat.
My breath catches in my throat.
I glance down at the blood splattered across the floor and my jeans. I let out a guilt-ridden sigh.
Lowering the tray, it slowly slips to the floor in what feels like slow motion beside her unmoving body, the metal clanging loudly as it hits the concrete.
My shoulder hurts like a motherfucker as I drop to my knees beside her, resting my hand on her back. I slowly place my bleeding fingers on her neck to check for a pulse.
Nothing.
“Dammit, Charlotte,” I mumble to myself.
Bayou stops the recording. “Well…thatdidn’t go according to plan,” Bayou mumbles to himself.
Omen gently touches my shoulder, and I jerk in response as he exhales. “We need to get your shoulder looked at. We can figure out what we’re gonna do about Charlotte’s body and the video after. Because if Charlotte was right, and she and Anton were in love, we’ve just well and truly fucked ourselves in the asses.”
A sinking feeling washes over me, and I run my bloody fingers through my hair, exhaling heavily.
What have I just gone and done?
“Holy fuck!”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Hoodoo
Bayou hands me a cloth, and I wipe off the blood as I stare into space. He glances over my shoulder, pulling my shirt to the side. “I think you’re gonna need sutures, brother. We need to get you to Dr. Adams.”
Dropping the bloodied cloth to the floor, I slowly rise from my knees and risk a glance at my shoulder. “I’ll patch it up myself. It’s superficial,” I mumble.
Grudge steps over. “Hoodoo… you okay?”
I clear my throat. My eyes focused on Charlotte’s dead body. “I’ve just put a huge target on everyone in this club. Goddamn, I’ve just killed us all. And worse than that, I just beat a woman I really liked to death, so no… I’mnotokay.”
Bayou walks over to the cell. “We’ll go talk to Hurricane, but I’m pretty sure this video isnotbeing sent to Anton. What happened in here, Hoodoo, isnotyour fault. She came at you… you had no choice but to protect yourself. She was brainwashed, brother. This shit’s on Anton. Let’s be honest, this was only ever going to end one way for Charlotte when she got involved with him.”
Even though it’s the truth, it doesn’t make me feel any fucking better.
“She was a good person… she didn’t deserve to go out like that.” I grunt.
“Hoodoo, you need to go patch yourself up,” Omen says. “Have a shower and get some rest. We can deal with the fallout tomorrow. Letusclean up the mess in here. Letustalk to Hurricane. Yougo have a beer, hell, have a fucking wank if it will help, but just unwind, and we’ll fix this all tomorrow.”
My eyes shift to Bayou for confirmation seeing as he is the highest rank here, and he nods. “Go. We’ll fix this. You fix you.”
I glance down at Charlotte again, my chest squeezing in pain. “Just… don’t feed her to La Fin. She deserves better. Can we cremate her, something more humane?”
