“Jesus Christ,” Sofie hisses, looking hot as fuck with her dark brown hair pulled up into a sloppy bun, a thin tank top that does nothing to hide how hard her nipples are, and tiny little sleep shorts that are definitely riding up her perfect ass.
My Cookie is distracting as hell with so much skin on display, and for a minute, I wonder how hard it would be to get her naked and writhing underneath me before we handle the business we came here for.
“Who the hell are you?” The strawberry blonde with dark blue eyes and a body almost as gorgeous—and exposed—as Sofie’s scowls. “And what the hell happened to your face?”
“Damn, you are fine,” Marbles says in lieu of a valid response. “Sexy as hell, the both of you.”
My eyes cut to his as they narrow,Back the fuck offmy overall message. Then I turn to my Cookie. “Your dad home?”
Sofie sighs. “No. He’s out of town with Mr. Johansson at some conference.”
“Fuck.” I grunt at the same time my friend blurts, “Perfect.”
We all look at him like he’s nuts—because heis—but there’s a shift in Sofie almost a split second later, a shift that has my cock taking as much notice as the rest of me.
Her deep brown eyes scan Marbles head to toe, then do the same to me before she nods to herself. “Harlow, this is Snipe and—“
“Marbles. At your service and more than happy to do so.” He extends a blood covered hand that Harlow surprisingly takes “Service you, that is. I’d be happy as fuck to service you in any way you need. My face might be a mess, but my dick is fine, and he— “
“Shut up, man.” I roll my eyes. “No one wants to hear about your dick right now.”
“We’ll talk about him later.” Harlow winks, fuckingwinksat the asshole next to me. “But you need your face fixed up first.”
Sofie looks between us again. “But that’s not the only reason you’re here, is it?”
I shake my head.
“How many?”
“How many, what?” I frown.
“Bodies.” Sofie rolls her eyes. “He may be bleeding all over, but I can tell the blood on his pants isn’t his solely based on the trajectory of the splatter.”
My brows lift as I take in the serious and analytic look on her face. “Yeah?”
“It indicates Marbles was standing when the blood hit his jeans, close range considering the direction and amount, and that probably means whoever he shot was on the ground at his feet and he walked through the blood at some point as well.”
Fuck me, her brain is just as sexy as the rest of her.
“You got it, Einstein.” Marbles nods. “One body, four or five rounds, all but one close range, and the fucker was definitely down when I loaded him full of lead.”
“Well, you boys are in luck.” Sofie walks down the porch toward the Caddy, my eyes locked on her ass and the sway of her hips as she passes, Harlow following with a very out of place grin. “I have a cremation in the morning, the deceased is ready to go, and as long as it really is only one body, we can add him in and do it tonight instead.”
Should I be turned on by this?
Should hearing Sofie take charge and roll right into helping us dispose of a corpse so easily give me a semi?
Probably not, but I can’t help it.
Sofie Berk is smart as hell, sexy as fuck, and she has hardly any clothes on right now, so my mind is firmly planted in fantasyland. Not to mention, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since we first met, so this is all basically fuel on the fire.
“Pop the trunk,” she demands as we round the back of the car.
Marbles does, and I watch as Sofie and Harlow don’t even flinch at what they see. Mo’s ex wasn’t good looking to begin with, but he sure as hell isn’t pretty now. My best friend got off five rounds, two of which were in his back, but the rest are in Boyd’s face and neck. And these women are just staring down at him with clinical expressions that probably mean they’re trying to figure shit out versus being disgusted or terrified.
And that is sexy as hell too.
“Har, you take Marbles down and get him stitched up.” Sofie looks at her friend then the two of us. “That has to be handled right away or else the skin will start to die, and it won’t heal properly.”
