Leo
Let the fucking wedding bells ring.
Leave it to me to go from not wanting to date to eloping with a guy just because I don’t want to go to prison.
Fuck my life. We have been driving for the last two hours.
Vegas isn’t too far, and Noah had this crazy idea that we should get married.
I blame sleep deprivation in combination with killing a guy last night for the fact that I agreed.
And now here we are, driving to Vegas like two crazy people.
Which we are. There is no argument there.
We are definitely insane. Kai and Rachel are a pair of fucking angels compared to what we’ve been up to since last night.
At this point, I might even owe an apology to Kai for all the times I called him a psycho.
He is clearly the sane one in our friendship.
“But it’s not fair.” I repeat.
“Listen, buddy, it was my idea, right? So, it’s more than fair if it was my damn idea; if anything, it isn’t fair to you.
” He is wrong. I am the one that is a burden, who wouldn’t want to be married to him?
“And you don’t know.” I might be an insane psycho, and this could have been my plan to get you tied to me.
” He argues, and he does have a point on that at least. We barely know each other. What the hell am I doing?
“Wait, why did you even suggest it?” I ask as I start the car only to avoid having to deal with angry drivers.
“I don’t know. It kind of makes sense. It protects us legally, since we can refuse to testify. And honestly, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to be married to you. Have you seen yourself?
“Calm down, dude. I am engaged.” I show him my ring finger with Rachel’s ring firmly placed on it.
He starts laughing. “Leo, you ridiculous idiot, we can get you a different ring if you want.”
“I love my ring, Noah,” I smirk.
“Even though this is not a real marriage?” He teases.
“What would it make it real anyway?”
He thinks for a moment before he answers me.
“Wedding cake. Cake would make it real.” I could get used to having this guy around, even if he is going to be my fake husband.
Great decision right there. Kai will be proud.
I am finally becoming as unhinged as his ass.
I knew sticking with him was a bad idea, but I thought it would probably end up with him committing a crime, not me.
I never thought I would get into this situation again.
I was so positive I left it behind. I own a damn sports bar.
I pay taxes. I date... Okay. I don’t date, but I fuck good girls.
Occasionally good boys too. Maybe not the type they mean when they say to find someone good to be with, but it still counts.
What makes this a terrible idea is how easily Noah came up with this plan.
This guy is totally insane. I can see why he is friends with Rachel now.
Who helps the guy they hooked up with once to hide a body, then proceeds to propose to him just to avoid a possible prison sentence?
He could have just turned me in and been done with it.
Even if he assisted at first, he could still say I pressed him to do it and turn me in.
Honestly, I could have turned myself in as well.
Maybe they would have accepted it as an accident.
Maybe the cameras Kai still has on the outside area of Rachel’s house caught the accident.
I would have proof if they did. The problem is that none of those rational thoughts came to me before we called Logan, and now we are all too deep in this.
Oh, god, I got Logan involved in this. I probably owe him now, big.
I sure can’t punch him again or be a dick to him.
Unless I want him going to the cops all ‘hey there I found a serial killer for you’.
Two murders does make me a serial killer right?
Even if none of them was intended? Fuck.
I am spiraling meanwhile Noah is staring at me with heart eyes, and that only complicates things.
I am not even sure if he knows he is doing this. Fuck! This is a mess!
I take my phone from my pocket and toss it to Noah’s lap. “The code is 9929, go to the app that says Security, and click on the option named Rachel’s Feed. It’s labeled under House Two. Delete the footage from last night.” I give the instructions to Noah.
“I knew he was still stalking her.” He mumbles as he does as I told him.
“Only three cameras work inside the house. I turned them off before I came last night. The outside cameras are the only ones that work right now. Download the video before you delete it from the log.” He nods and I focus on the road.
I let the sound of the engine carry my thoughts as I speed on the highway, thinking of all the reasons this is a bad idea, but none of them seems important enough.
I glance over at Noah, who has settled into his seat, reading on his Kindle.
I smile to myself because this plan seems less crazy every moment I spend with him.
Will it truly be a fake marriage if I am already falling in love with him?