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He can’t hurt me again.
Looking down at my clothes, I see the wet stain of the blood that splattered. I look at my knuckles to see how the skin split.
It’s just new scars added to the old.
Nothing to worry about.
But these scars feel so much different.
Reality sets in.
I stare down at the body of William Cross and finally understand what I did.
. . .
“Fuck, man! When people tell you to call them because you need to move a body, they don’tactuallymean to call them when you need to move a damn body. It’s a fucking joke.”
“Just shut up, and help me figure this out,” I snap, the chaos of fear and anxiety rolling through me.
Priest and I stand in the foyer, careful not to step in the blood. While I’m staring down at the body of my father, Priest eyes me like I’m a madman.
Huffing out a breath, he rubs at his jaw.
“Okay. We need to cover this shit up,” he says.
My head spins his direction. “No shit. Why do you think I called you?”
“I don’t know!” he bellows. “To implicate me in a fucking crime? Thanks for that, by the way. I had nothing better to do tonight than be an accessory to fucking murder.”
“Seriously, Priest. Shut the hell up.”
Silence passes, both of us staring down at William’s body.
“This is your father?” he asks.
Without waiting for my response, he quips, “I would say you look just like him, but he doesn’t have a face, Damon! For fuck’s sake, how long did you beat the man?”
I don’t remember.
The memory is hidden away.
It’s now entangled with all the others, locked in that space in my head where I try to forget.
Priest releases a long sigh, scrubs a hand over his face and then rolls his shoulders.
“Okay. We got a body, and we got a car, both of which shouldn’t be found at your place.”
“The guys can’t know about this,” I remind him. “Especially Shane and Ezra.”
“Oh? You mean the only two people in your group I actually talk to? Those guys? Thanks for that, fucker. I hate keeping secrets.”
Pulling my stare from the body, I meet eyes with Priest.
“I’m not playing with you on this. They can’t know.”
His expression tightens.
“Yeah. I got you. But you owe me big time for this.”
