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“Hello, Vice.”
Chapter 13
Nova
His mouth drops open briefly before his dark eyes swirl with something ominous.
One second, he’s staring at me like I’m a ghost, and the next, he has his hand around my throat and his tongue in my mouth.
My brain short circuits. I’m not sure if I should bend over or shoot him in the head. Instead, I return his kiss with just as much vigor while aiming my gun at his dick. A girl can’t be too careful, after all.
He tears his mouth from mine, staring into my eyes, searching for what, I don’t know. Turning, he looks around at the carnage on the ground. “You killed Dano.”
“It was him or you, and from what I heard, he was a fucking pedophile.”
He walks over to his brother, staring down at him with so much hatred in his eyes it makes me shiver. He points the gunat Dano’s head and fires repeatedly until the bullets run out and the gun just makes a clicking noise. He tosses it to me before he starts stomping on what’s left of Dano’s head.
I fight to keep watching as my stomach turns. I need to see what he’s capable of. Once he finishes turning Dano’s head to pulp, he lowers the zipper of his pants, yanks out his dick, and pisses all over him.
Well, okay then. I think it’s safe to say Vice is beyond mad right now.
He tucks himself back in his pants and turns to look at me, his chest heaving. “If anyone finds out you killed him, you’re dead. It won’t matter the reason. You killed an underboss of the Moretti family.”
“I know.”
“But you did it anyway. Why?”
“Because it was the right thing to do. There are many stains on my soul, Vice, but I wouldn’t let your death be one of them.”
I slip the gun he tossed me into the back of my pants and start to walk away when he grabs my arm.
“I’ll claim the kill. Tell everyone I found out what he wanted to trade, and when he realized I was going to blow his new venture out of the water, he started firing. You were never here.”
“I was never here,” I agree, pulling the ski mask back down over my face, making sure I am covered.
I pull the gun from my pants when I realize he won’t be coming with me and hand it to him, my gloves making sure I don’t leave any prints on it. “You’ll need it to corroborate your story.” He takes it from me, his eyes dropping to my lips before he takes a step back.
I nod and walk away, pausing when I reach the door to look back at him. He hasn’t moved, his eyes focused on me. “Be careful.”
He blinks before frowning as if the notion is a foreign concept.
I snort and walk out with a shake of my head. The man is odd. I think of him stomping Dano’s face into a puree and swallow as the urge to puke hits me again.
Okay, so odd isn’t quite the right word. The guy is… I don’t think there is a word that fits him, but after hearing what I did and knowing what they planned to do with Vice, he can do whatever the fuck he wants. I’m sure as hell not one to judge.
In fact, of the two of us, I think I might be the one who should be locked in a padded room.
I cleaned up the crime scene Gia caused with barely concealed horror and an overwhelming sense of guilt. Yet tonight, I feel next to nothing. Is it purely because Petra was a victim and these guys were nothing but monsters? Or is it something else? Doing what I do makes me desensitized to a lot of things, but being blasé about cold-blooded murder might just get me an all-inclusive with the devil himself.
I keep my head down, lost in thought, as I make my way back to the car. The parking lot is virtually deserted when I get there, so I jump in the car and head to Al’s, the junkyard, and drive the car to the back where the crusher is. I climb out, take my bag from the trunk, and make sure the glove box is empty before getting back in and driving the car into the crusher. After climbing out, I stand back, hit the button on the side of the machine, and watch as the car is crushed into a cube before my eyes.
Tossing the bag over my shoulder, I go home, using the two-mile walk to clear my head. My conscience is clean, that much I know. Dano and that Felix asshole were predators of the worst kind, and I won’t lose a wink of sleep over them being dead. The guards, too, were just as guilty in my eyes.
My aim was to keep Vice alive, and I did. And if that decision comes back to bite me in the ass, then so be it.
Once home, I strip out of my clothes and bag them along with the trench coat, gloves, and ski mask before tossing them in the trash and dragging them out to the curb, ready for pickup tomorrow. I scan the road, tugging my robe tightly around my body. I don’t see anyone around, even though I feel like I’m being watched. A shiver racing down my spine.
I shake off my paranoia and head back inside, locking up after myself before taking a long, hot shower, washing away my sins. By the time I’m done, I resemble a prune, but I feel clean and sleepy now that the adrenaline rush has worn off. I’m hungry but too tired to make anything, so I just pour myself a bowl of cereal and take it into the living room. Sitting on the sofa, I eat as I flick through the channels, finally settling on a rerun ofThe Golden Girls.
