Chapter 64
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
CASPER
The credits started rolling on the lame-ass movie I’d flipped on, and I lifted my arm from under Bellatrix’s neck and raised it over my head. Trying to stretch out the muscles that had been still for longer than they were used to.
Didn’t know if I had been the one to place my arm there or if she had inched closer at some point during the movie.
I hadn’t been paying attention. I hadn’t really been watching the tv either.
I just needed something to tune into for a few minutes.
Something that could compete with all the thoughts bouncing around in my brain, and the only way to do that was noise.
It made it so I could focus on nothing… instead of everything at once.
Those few minutes turned into an hour, judging by the movie run time.
I glanced at the nightstand and tapped on my phone until the little clock popped up on the screen, confirming I was right.
As much as I would have loved to make good use of these dirty sheets, I had somewhere to be.
And if I didn’t get there soon, the bossman would come looking for me.
Or worse, he’d send Franks and then I’d have to deal with his cranky ass for the rest of the night.
Cranky because his wife wouldn’t be there to get his dick wet and crankier because I would be making comments about her engorged tits every chance I got.
I’d also have to explain why the girl I was supposed to be hunting down was lying dead in her living room, where I’d left her a few hours ago, and not in the back of the van where she should have been after I caught up to her and put her down for “trying to escape.”
It was a lot easier to lie about shit like time of death when the guy you were lying to didn’t graduate from medical school. The blood was all dried up by now, which was gonna make it a lot more difficult to mop up, and she was probably starting to smell.
I knew better than to let a body sit out and rot. I just didn’t care. I was too sped up on coke, and my dick was hard. Like it always was when I finished a job.
Having a shiny new roommate, especially one who sucked dick much better than she threw knives and had tits I had trouble deciding if I wanted to squeeze or lick, was a convenient problem to have.
I didn’t have to go looking for pussy. But it was still a problem.
Because convenience meant I wasn’t nearly as motivated to hang around for the cleanup.
When I rolled off the bed, tucking my gun into the back of my pants and yanking my hoodie over my head, Bellatrix looked over at me. She didn’t ask, though. Probably because I never gave her a straight answer.
I had one foot out the door when I turned to glance at her over a shoulder. I quirked a brow. “Wanna tag along?”
She seemed to consider her answer for a second. Like she wasn’t sure if it was a trick or not. It wasn’t. It was an impulse. “In exchange for more pages?” she asked.
“Nope.” I spun around to face her, leaning on the doorframe, my hands tucked into the front pocket of my black hoodie. “Just for fun, unless you’d rather sit around here all day fiddling with your clit.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed off the bed before shoving her feet into her boots and tying up the laces. “Is that what you think women do all day? Fiddle with their clits?”
“I would if I had one.” I shrugged.
“Of course you would.” She pushed past me through the door and started pounding her shoes down the steps. The girl didn’t know how to be quiet any more than I knew how to stay still.
I grinned and followed after her, much quieter.
“Where we going?” she called out. She didn’t slow down or bother to glance in my direction as she made a beeline for her bike, which was parked out the back of Sullivan’s. Bobby didn’t question it or her being here. At least not out loud.
“A cleanup,” I replied, stopping next to her. My hands were still in my hoodie; hers were already on the handlebars. She wasn’t taking any chances when it came to who was in the driver’s seat.
Guess she didn’t like the way things went the last time. I could still see a couple of loose twigs hanging out of the front fork, and there was a spot of mud she’d missed splattered across the pipes. She wasn’t much cleaner with her bike than she was with her bedroom.
Not that I gave a shit. I didn’t see the point of cleaning something that was just gonna get dirty again. Bossman argued otherwise. It was why it was so fun to move shit around on him. See how long before he’d notice.
Bellatrix nodded and jumped on the bike. Once again, without a helmet.
If she wanted to crack her skull open on concrete, that wasn’t my problem so I jumped on behind her and she sped off down the road. In the wrong direction. Because she never stopped to ask for an address.
I waited until we made it nearly out of the city limits before correcting her. For the same fucking reason I messed with the doc’s stuff. It was entertaining to watch someone get so riled up.
Bellatrix huffed and spun us around the other way. Cutting off some guy in a Beemer who was too afraid of getting his car dinged to not slam on his brakes. And then we were speeding down the road again.
Next stop, the scene of a murder that I planned to make look like a missing persons case.