“Are you okay?” he asked after a minute.
“You just killed three people and made me help you clean up what is essentially a crime scene and you’re asking me if I’m okay? No, Drake, I’m not okay.”
He reached over and stroked my hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear as he pulled up at the entrance to the cemetery.
“Which part are you not okay with?”
“The part where we could have and still could get caught.”
“I won’t let that happen, little wisp. You’re safe with me.”
I looked at him. The softness of his expression made my stomach twist in itself in knots. Then he leant over and kissed my forehead. I didn’t say a word when he pulled away and set off again. He’d reassured me the back windows were tinted when we were putting the bodies in the car, but I was still a bundle of nerves.
“Where are we taking them?” I asked after a few minutes.
“Landfill.”
“We can’t just dump three bodies there, they’ll get found.”
“You don’t need to worry. I called Penn when I was getting the car and he knows a guy.”
Why I was even surprised by this knowledge was beyond me at this point. Penn was some kind of madman genius who seemed to know everyone. Maybe I should tell West I wanted a tattoo. Then I could sit and question Penn about himself the whole time. For some reason, he fascinated me. Not because I was attracted to him, but he was on a similar level of fucked up to West. Guess I was drawn to the misfits and those who didn’t play by society’s rules.
I sat back and watched the houses go by whilst Drake drove and wondered when my life had got so crazy that killing people and disposing of bodies was becoming something of a normal, everyday occurrence. I guess when you have four psycho boyfriends who have adopted the moniker of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, it was par for the fucking course.
I glanced over at Drake again. He hadn’t been lying about being my executioner. He’d protected me and kept me from being taken. And if I was being completely honest, rather than making me scared of him, it had only made me fall deeper in love with the man I’d come to know as Death.
Nineteen
Drake
When I’d agreed to take Scarlett to her mother’s grave, I did not imagine it would turn into a bloody mess. We’d finally made it home after dealing with the three men I’d ended up killing. We’d stopped at a drive-thru on the way back. We’d both been starving after cutting up the bodies, bagging them and having Penn’s man take them deep within the landfill site. Money had quickly exchanged hands, and we’d been on our way. Scarlett hadn’t exactly been happy to be involved in the process, but she didn’t complain too much.
Scarlett had a tight hold of my hand as the lift doors opened. I tugged her towards the stairs when I realised none of the boys were downstairs. I’d texted them earlier to let them know what had happened. I’d had one back from West who was pouting about not being involved, but I’d ignored him. Not like I planned on getting into a fight with three men today or anything.
“Where are we going?” Scarlett asked when we were walking up the stairs.
“To get cleaned up.”
“In…？”
“My room.”
I found myself pulled to a halt as Scarlett stopped dead in the middle of the hallway.
“You’re letting me in your bedroom?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
She stared up at me with wide eyes.
“Let me see, you’ve kept me out of there for months and now, without any warning, you’re taking me in there.”
I tugged her along, shaking my head at her statement. She wasn’t exactly wrong, but I didn’t think letting her into my room was a big deal. Apparently, to her, it was.
“Well, you should consider it a privilege in that case.”
“Drake!”
I opened the door to my room and pulled her inside, shutting it behind us.
“I want you in here, little wisp. Now, come along.”
She didn’t immediately start walking when I did, her eyes darting about the place. I let out a sigh.
“You can look around later. First, you’re getting in the shower.”
She followed me, her eyes still wandering around the room. It was of a similar layout to the others, with a big window along one side. My bed was on one end. A big set of wardrobes with black doors sat on the wall opposite the windows. I’d had the walls painted a deep navy blue. Everything was ordered, neat and in its place.