Page 172 of Heartless Sinner

They both had big-ass cavities.

Blood dotted the front of my shirt.

That’ll be a bitch to get out.

I kicked the teeth off before glancing at a horrified Daphne.

“Make sure this mess gets cleaned up,” I instructed Philip.

When I reached Daphne, she wrapped her arms tight around me and buried her face into my chest. Her tears soaked my shirt.

“Let’s go.” I squeezed her waist.

We separated, and she tried to look at the man, but I grabbed her chin to stop her.

I ran my thumb down her cheek. “Don’t.”

She nodded slowly, but I didn’t miss her taking a quick peek. I took her hand and led her away from the dead body.

“Take my SUV!” Philip tossed me his keys. “I’ll drive the Benz. You’ll get cold with no back window.”

I nodded, holding the keys up in thanks. “Don’t worry about following me back.”

“You shouldn’t be driving alone, Brooks.”

“I’ll be fine. Your job is to make sure this shit doesn’t become public. I’ll let you know if we run into any trouble.”

I stopped at the bullet-ridden G-Wagon to grab my phone and then helped Daphne into the passenger seat of Philip’s Suburban.

“What the hell was that, Brooks?” she shrieked when I joined her in the SUV.

“Nothing.” I started the engine and pressed the gas pedal.

I glanced at the blood drying along her cheek. The cut didn’t look deep, but seeing it there still made something vicious twist inside me.

“Nothing, my ass.” She buckled her seat belt.

I swerved around a dead body and kept driving.

“You just killed a guy!” She paused to hold up two fingers. “No! You killed two guys.”

“I did no such thing.”

She leaned over the console and punched my arm. “Oh my fucking God! I seriously can’t with you.”

I motioned toward the seat. “Go back to sleep.”

She scoffed. “Um, I think the fuck not.” She made a show of forcing her eyes open. “These babies are staying on full alert.” She kicked off her shoes and made herself comfortable. “I’d prefer not to get shot in the head.”

“No one’s getting shot in the head.” I couldn’t help myself from smirking over at her. “At least not anymore.”

She landed another punch on my arm. “I’m in the car with an actual psychopath.”

“Ah, come on. Isn’t it normal to protect your Fawn?”

“Were you protecting me or you?”

“Both.”