Chapter 85 Kashton
EIGHTY-FIVE
KASHTON
Ibend down and pick up the head to the body I thought was my wife.
Fucking bitch.
“The fuck?” The young cop holds a hand over his mouth as his wide eyes stare at the headless woman.
“Turns out my wife has an identical twin,” I inform them in case they haven’t caught on yet. “And it was her DNA you found on the dead girls.”
“What?” The detective glares at me. “How do you know that?” Before I answer, he continues. “This proves nothing. They could have been working together.”
“It wasn’t my wife. So stay the fuck away from her, or I’ll bury you in this fucking grave,” I bark, standing to my full height and stepping forward to pick him up and toss him into it to give him a visual. But Tyson grabs my arm pulling me back.
I knew it wouldn’t be this easy and they would think Eve still played a part. That’s why I had to call in backup. I hated having to do it, but this isn’t about me. It’s to protect my wife.
The detective huffs and runs a hand down his face.
“Dispose of the body,” I order, ignoring him and the cop. They’ll find out soon enough. Now that I know she’s not Eve, I want nothing left of it.
“And this?” Ryat picks up the head with a handful of the bitch’s hair.
“Sin.” I hold out my hand.
He removes a clear plastic bag from his back pocket, shaking it out and holding it open for me.
I take the head from Ryat and place it in the bag upright, making sure all the bleached strands are shoved inside of it.
It’s crazy how identical she is to my wife.
She was either watching Eve’s every move, or she was getting all her information from Evan.
Either way, she mirrored my wife as closely as she could.
The features are there, since they are identical.
I never took the time to look for scars on her body that I know Eve has, but she even had the butterfly tattoo on her hip like Everett.
All I knew was that it was my wife I found lying dead on the cathedral floor.
I was too busy grieving to question whether it was possible that it couldn’t be her.
Sin spins the bag around before tying it off at the top.
The young cop is puking up his guts, and I roll my eyes.
The bitch is dead. Not like she feels anything.
And she doesn’t stink because she was embalmed.
A little musty, but nothing too bad. I wish I could have saved her, and I would have dragged out her torture for what she did to my wife and what she was going to let Evan do to her.
“I know someone who might want this back,” I speak, and Ryat chuckles.
“I’d love to deliver it for you,” he offers.
“House call?” Sin arches a brow at Ryat and hands him the bagged head. “Oh, take me with you. I want to help.”
Ryat laughs, nodding. “You can tag along.”
A car pulls into the gates of Carnage, and everyone turns to see who it is. It’s my backup. The last person I want to see but sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Haidyn demands.
“I invited him,” I answer when Adam exits his car.
“Why the fuck would you do that?” Haidyn barks loud enough that Adam can hear.
“We need him,” I grind out, and a sour taste instantly fills my mouth. “He’ll only be here a few minutes.” Then he’s out of my life for good.
Adam joins us by the graves, placing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.
“Well, boys, this is your proof.” I direct my attention to the cop and detective.
“Proof of what?” the young cop asks, running the back of his hand across his chin to clean up the puke on his face.
“I was the one who killed Vivian.” Adam nods to the headless body lying on the tarp. “I’ve got her phone.” He holds it out to the detective. “It was on her at the cathedral. It has everything you need to prove Eve had nothing to do with the case.”
The man stares at it before he glances at me. “Phones can be tampered with.”
My teeth grind. This motherfucker…
“I—”
Holding up my hand, I silently cut off Adam.
I step up to the detective, my chest bumping his.
“Take the fucking phone, get in your car, and leave. Make whatever statement you need to make. Do whatever you need to fucking do to close this case without mentioning my wife’s name.
She wasn’t involved and if you try to say she was, I’ll chop your fucking head off like the bitch behind me.
The only difference is I’ll do it while you’re alive.
” I’m done playing with these bastards and I’m no longer going to hide my wife.
She’s going to live her life however she fucking wants.
Eve did what she thought was right by calling the cops when she found the dead body in the cemetery and I won’t let them punish her for that.
His jaw sharpens and the young cop leans in, speaking softly into his ear. After a second, the detective reaches out and snatches the phone from Adam’s hand.
The cop nods to me. “Consider the case closed and Everett’s name cleared.”
“Get the fuck off the property,” I order, and they both turn and get into their car before exiting the gates.
“You think they’ll return?” Sin asks.
“No,” I answer. If they do, I’ll show them I’m a man of my word.
Silence falls over the cemetery, and I give Adam my back.
It’s his fault Eve’s in this position. He could have told the police about Vivian the moment he was suspicious she had a twin.
It could have saved us a lot of time. And I’m sure as fuck not going to thank him for showing up today when I needed him. It’s the least he could fucking do.
“Get rid of this fucking body,” I bark out, seeing the dead woman wearing my wife’s dress.
My cell vibrates in my pocket. I huff at the familiar number and answer. “You better have a good reason for calling me.”
Haidyn and I make our way up to the birdcage. I open my bedroom door but don’t see Eve inside. “She must be with Charlotte,” I tell Haidyn.
He opens his and enters. I walk in behind him to find my wife sitting on their bed petting a purring Muffin. You can see the hair flying with each stroke.
“Where’s Charlotte?” Haidyn asks.
“In the bathroom,” my wife answers.
He goes over and knocks on the door when he realizes it’s locked. “Everything okay?”
Charlotte opens it, giving him a smile. “Just had to use the restroom,” she assures him and pats his chest.
“Charlotte was showing me the backpack you got them for Muffin. That was so sweet.” Eve smiles at me.
“Oh yeah?” I look at Haidyn, and he narrows his eyes on me.
“I thought so.” I never had my chance to get information from Charlotte about my girl, but it turns out I wouldn’t have gotten anything anyway.
She never saw my wife. She had seen her identical twin there with LeAnne, and it was only that one time.
LeAnne had to keep her from Charlotte because she didn’t want anyone to know that Eve or her twin existed.
They were playing the long game and going to use her when needed.
“We take her for a walk at least once a day.” Charlotte beams. “Muffin loves it.” The cat meows in my wife’s hands as if agreeing.
“I hope you’re taking pictures,” I remind her, and Charlotte nods.
“I’d love to have a pet,” Eve says.
“Oh, really?” Haidyn arches a brow at me. “You should get a cat.” My smile drops. “They’re great.” He walks over and picks Muffin up from Eve’s arms. “She sleeps on my pillow every night.”
“Uh.” I scratch the side of my face, all of a sudden itchy and breaking out in hives just thinking about a hairy pussy sticking it’s littered-covered paws on my face while I sleep. “I don’t think—”
“I think I would like a dog more,” Eve says, and I give Haidyn a big fuck-you smile. The fucker would totally get my wife a cat and call it payback for their daily walks in the woods.
“Whatever you want, angel,” I tell her.
“Maybe get one of each.” She gets to her feet, and Haidyn winks at me. Bastard.
“Did you get everything you wanted?” Eve asks, looking at me.
For a second I had forgotten about the phone call I got after I chopped her twin sister’s head off. I nod. The police are gone. They won’t be bothering my wife anymore.
“What are you doing with the body?”
“The guys are disposing of it,” I tell her. It’s on the way to the morgue to be cremated.
“The head?” she asks.
“Returning it.” Haidyn is the one who answers, and she frowns, not understanding.
“Ryat and Sin are going to drop it off on LeAnne’s doorstep.” Going to leave a little reminder that you can’t fuck with us. She knew Everett was an identical twin and decided to send her after Eve when we saved Haidyn and dragged Isabella to Carnage. That can’t… No. I won’t let that go unnoticed.
“Well, that’s—”
“Necessary,” I interrupt my wife, and she sighs. This is something I won’t budge on.
My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket. “Hello?”
“They’re here,” Saint informs me.
I hang up, and my wife frowns, sensing my mood. “What’s wrong?”
“Tyson’s men just arrived.”
“Okay,” she says slowly and then looks from me to Haidyn. “Is that a bad thing?”
“They found Evan.”
Eve gets to her feet. “Where is he?”
“He’s here. They’re going to put him in the basement.” They called me while I was in the cemetery to let me know they were on their way with Evan.
Her green eyes drop to the floor, and I walk over to her. “You don’t need to see him.” I brush hair off her face, and she lifts her chin to meet my stare. “It’s up to you, angel. You can have your revenge if you want, or I can do it for you.”
“No.” She frowns and steps back. “I can do it.”
“Okay. It doesn’t have to be right now.” She still needs time to heal.
Picking up her cell off the bed, she types away on it, and I glance at Haidyn. He arches a brow, and I shrug, not sure what she’s doing. “Ordered,” she states, locking her screen. Her eyes meet mine. “Two days.”
“Two days what?” I ask, confused.
“That’s when my packages will be here.”
“What packages?” Haidyn wonders.