32
Mecca
After Arjen had witnessed me kill the man, he had eyed me with lust hanging heavy in his gaze. Was he turned on by all of this chaos? Hmm.
The man laid out at our feet was an unrecognizable mess of blood and broken bones. I stepped over to the stack of equipment Angel and Devil had left me. Fifty-gallon drum. Check. Eight pounds of lye. Check. Bleach. Check. Rags. Check. Fuel. Check. Book by JanJan Untamed. Check.
Disposing of him this way took longer than tossing him in a body bag and taking him to my friend Zelda, who worked at the city morgue, however, I didn’t want to chance traveling so far with a body in my trunk. Eight pounds of lye, heated at 300 degrees, could destroy a human body in about three hours. Besides, I hadn’t read a good book in a long time.
When I returned to the leaking body, a frown grew deep in Arjen’s handsome face.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning up my mess. If you hadn’t shown up, it would be me, him, and a good book.”
He tilted his head, observing me for a few seconds before a smile broke out on his face. “You always clean up your own mess, from all of your kills? What do you do with the bodies?”
Why was he stressing the word all like I was a serial killer?
“I handle the kind of business I’m supposed to handle.”
The peculiar expression on his face was hard to translate, but I spotted the sexual heat lingering behind it.
“To answer your question, yes, I always clean up my own messes. Some I dissolve in lye, and I have a connect at the morgue that also destroys them for me. Remember the friend I put the first body on my gun for, the one I went to college with? She can disappear a body like it never existed.”
His smile widened.
“This may be a little morbid to say as we stand over a body that we are responsible for murdering, but you make me proud to be your husband.”
Sweetness seemed out of character for Arjen, therefore his compliments caused a warm and fuzzy feeling to invade my senses. I gave him a shoulder shrug before batting my lashes at him playfully.
“Thank you for such a lovely compliment. Flattery doesn’t usually work on me, but from you, I believe it does.”
Without glancing down, he stepped across the body so that he was standing in my personal space, his eyes glued to mine, his lips turned into a sexy smirk. I was drawn in instantly as a floating sensation took control of my body. Hands at my hips, he kept me close, letting me feel how hard he was.
“When I’m around you, I can’t help myself, I have to taste your lips, and caress this body,” he whispered, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth.
Were we flirting with each other while standing over a dead bloody body? I didn’t pull away from his kiss because I wanted it, enjoyed the warm, soft press of his lips on mine. His kiss was slow at first, until he delved deeper, dredging up raw passion. His tongue brushed the seam of my lips, asking for permission to enter my mouth.
Our kiss turned frantic, desperate, and the pent-up lust we’d been suppressing began to spill free. Was he about to fuck me right here next to a dead man? The depravity of it all floored me, but I wasn’t disgusted.
A soft moan escaped as soon as his tongue caressed mine, easing deeper into my mouth to draw another moan from within. Hot juices leaked into my panties from being so turned on from his kiss and his hands roaming my body and squeezing my ass.
He backed up, his eyes heavy with hunger and a mischievous twinkle I had never seen in them before.
“How about I call my people to clean this up for you? I think we need to go home. Right now,” he said between harsh breaths. “I do believe we have some things we need to take care of before we try and figure out who is targeting you, or me for that matter.”
Arjen’s kiss had drawn my focus enough that I forgot the dead bloody mess lying in my view. What was wrong with me? I was one sick puppy, to be so hot and ready for sex while a dead body rested at my feet. Arjen was just as sick, the notion making me believe with all certainty that we belonged together.
The decision was an easy one. Clean up blood and gore or go home and let my husband fuck me silly?
“Call your people? How fast can they get here?”
“Fast enough for us to leave now and pass them on the highway,” he stated, taking out his phone and swiping his finger across the shiny surface.
“I have a cleanup I need taken care of quickly. Double pay for the short notice. I’ll text you the coordinates.”
He paused briefly, listening to whatever the person said.