Page 125 of My Dark Divine
I appreciate that he skips the stupid questions. “I’m at the junkyard on the north side of town. I don’t think anyone saw me.”
“I’ll be there soon. Don’t try to do anything without me, okay?”
“Okay.”
After hanging up, I take a moment to realize how twisted this all is. I don’t feel panic, remorse, or any of the emotions one might expect after killing someone. Instead, there’s a strange sense of calm. It’s as if what I did was necessary, so why should I care?
Why should I cry or scream when Eli was the one trying to hurt my fiancé?
West remains motionless beside me,his gaze locked on Eli’s body. I shift my focus from his face to the scene before us, hoping to understand his reaction.
Is he angry? Disappointed that I met with Eli behind his back? Or does he think I’m reckless for killing him so carelessly?
He arrived in less than ten minutes, and I walked him through everything. Once we reached the dead body, I finished explaining what happened and why, and since then, he’s been silent. The stillness stretches, a chasm of uncertainty between us. My stomach clenches, each stretching second a hammer blow to my nerves.
“Are you mad at me?” I finally ask, my voice a desperate plea in the stillness.
Slowly, he turns to me, his sapphire eyes glinting in the dim light of the nearby street lamp. It’s late now, and there’s no trace of the evening sun left, swallowed completely by dark clouds.
“Mad?” he echoes, and I can’t decipher his emotions. His voice sounds steady as if he’s still in disbelief. “Mad…” he repeatsdreamily, trailing off as he steps back from the body and quickly closes the distance between us in a few strides.
I tense up, sucking in a quick breath when his hands find my face. Before I can react, his lips meet mine in a fierce kiss. I’m caught off guard, grabbing his hands to steady myself while the intensity of his kiss overwhelms me.
“What made you think I’d be mad at you, huh?” he asks between kisses. “If anything, the only thing that makes me a little mad is that I wasn’t here when you did it. I’d pay a million dollars to have seen that, baby girl.”
He presses himself even closer, and I feel his erection shoving right into my stomach.Of course. How could I not see this coming?
“You’re such a pervert, West,” I say, attempting—and failing—to inject a hint of annoyance into my tone. “I can’t believe this.”
He keeps kissing me, and I have to forcefully push him away before he decides to take things further right beside Eli’s body.
“What do we do with him?”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, savoring the remnants of our kiss in a way that stirs a flutter in my stomach. I shift my weight, feeling slick warmth pooling between my legs.
Yeah, we’re definitely meant for each other.
“We need to delete the call he made to you,” he says, running a hand across his chin. “I’ll bury him somewhere here, and then we’ll take his car and sink it in a swamp. Luckily, I know one nearby.”
“Bury him? Do you have a shovel?”
He gives me an incredulous look, as if offended that I would question his preparation. “Baby, you called me and said you killed a man. Of course I have a shovel.”
A smile spreads across my face despite the chaos. This situation is utterly fucked up, yet it somehow feels like just another day at the office.
“Okay,” I say, clasping my hands together. “Let’s get to work, then.”
It’s wellafter midnight when we’re finally done. West gives the car one last push, shoving it into the swamp, and I can’t help but wonder if we should have just left the body inside. I suggested it, but he was firm about burying Eli in the junkyard, calling it symbolic. Given how flawlessly he dug the grave, I doubt anyone will uncover it.
So here we are—the weapon, his cleaned and smashed phone, the body, and the car, all scattered across different locations known only to us.
“Rest inpiss,” West mutters under his breath, his gaze fixed on the car as the swamp slowly engulfs it. I shake my head and give his hand a light smack in disapproval, at which he turns his attention to me. “What? He wanted to frame me and steal my girl. I don’t care about the first part, but the second makes me fucking jealous.”
I roll my eyes and reach for the collar of his shirt, brushing off the dirt. My fingers move to his face, pushing his sweat-soaked brown locks from his forehead, and I take in his appearance. He looks like he’s been through hell—which is true, considering he couldn’t even bear the thought of me digging in the dirt and dealing with the body.
“Jealous, huh?” I echo, my voice dropping to a sultry purr. I take hold of his loose tie, pulling the knot snugly and giving histhroat a soft squeeze. A devilish smirk curls at the corner of his lips as he leans in, his warm breath brushing against my mouth. “I like this side of you. More than I should.”
“And you know what I like? The thought of fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for a week, let alone think about making me fucking jealous again.”
