Page 83 of The Recluse Heir


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Staring down thoughtfully at the pool of blood spreading beneath Simu, he said, “I’d love to be a fly on the wall and see how that plays out between the two of you. He’s Cristo’s best friend and tight with the family. It’s going to be one hell of a fight.”

Extracting a plastic bag from his suit pocket, he shook it out and bent down to wrap Simu’s head to avoid leaving a conspicuous trail of blood behind when we moved the body. We had to transport his body to the cellar of the café for Nelu to pick up. Normally, we’d have gotten rid of him but, closed casket or not, Nelu would want a proper burial.

“I can already tell you how it will end up,” I retorted, hooking my hands beneath Simu’s armpits, and pulling his torso up with a grunt as Nicu grabbed his legs.

“Oh yeah? And how is that?” he asked as he heaved up Simu’s lower body.

“With her beneath me and screaming my name,” I crowed as I shuffled forward. “Fuck, he’s heavy.”

“Dead men always are,” he supplied helpfully.

We got his body into the back of an unmarked truck and cracked jokes as we made our way back to our family-owned café in Sunnyside. Nothing like a fight and a kill to bring brothers together. A glimmer of hope passed through me as we drove along the tranquil residential streets, the body bouncing around in the back of the truck as we bumped over potholes.

Phase one was done with. Now, on to phase two. Hopefully, the second part of my elaborate plan would compensate for what I had done to Cat’s beau.

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