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My breath shuddered against his chest as I cried in his embrace, glad for his warm arms as my world crashed around me.
‘Come on,’ Mac said, taking my hand and leading me away from the bedroom. He wrapped me in a warm blanket and sat me on the sofa, pushing a sweetened tea into my hands as he made a call.
‘I need a clean up. I’ll text you the address. Needs to be discreet.’
‘Is that your brother?’ I asked, would they tell Maeve, or Cam?
‘No. I have my own crew.’
‘Do you have to do this often?’ I asked, looking up at him where he leaned against the mantle of the fireplace.
‘More often than I’d like. Listen Katie, I don’t think you did this. I can’t find a knife anywhere, and with how drunk you’d have had to be to forget killing a man, it would be messier. There’s not a drop of blood on you. With his position, his throat would have been slit while he was sleeping. I can’t see you doing that.’
‘I’m the only other person here.’ A tendril of hope ignited inside of me. I really, really didn’t want to be a killer.
‘I thought I’d had my fill of dead bodies this week.’
‘The girl from the club? Have they caught someone yet?’
‘No. Nothing. It was someone who knew what they were doing. They wiped our CCTV. We’ve got guys looking into everyone who was at the opening, seeing if there are any leads there.’
‘I’m so sorry Mac. For dragging you into my mess.’
Mac sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. ‘I’d rather be here cleaning up your messes than not be with you at all.’
‘I likely just killed a man and you’re trying to be sweet. That’s probably not normal.’
‘Normal is overrated.’
‘Thank you. Mac.’
I stayed wrapped on the sofa, alternating between overwhelming waves of nausea and fear while his men dealt with the man in my bed.
By the time they’d finished, it was as if he’d never existed.
The guilt remained even after they’d all left, gnawing at me whenever I thought about the people who loved the dead man.
They’d be wondering what happened to him.
And I was the monster who stole him from them.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
MAC
The teeth chinked as I dropped them into a metal tin before handing it over to Greg.
‘Make sure they are ground to dust and disposed of.’
Greg grimaced at the box before slipping it into his bag.
‘This is grim, man,’ he said, looking down at the corpse we’d removed from Katie’s house. With his teeth removed, he looked an even more sorry state than he had before.
‘Yeah. Dead bodies aren’t a highlight of the job.’
‘Why didn’t you have the normal guys in to deal with it?’ Greg pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a deep drag as I opened the vat of acid.
‘I couldn’t take the chance of anyone fucking this one up.’
