Page 147 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
The man gasps and scratches at me, choking on blood. He coughs and spatters me with it as I shove up to my feet and scramble back from him, breathing hard. The guy twitches in a very disturbing sort of way before gasping and falling still.
“Shit,” I grind out as Emma Jean clutches at her throat, trembling as she stares down at the dead body. I look from the bloody goon up to her face. Now I have a witness to deal with on top of everything else.
She drops her hand down as she stares at me.
“I’m so sorry, Scarlett,” she whispers, and I cock a brow at her.
“Huh?” I say, still panting, soaked in blood, with a dead body on my grandmother’s living room floor. “You’re sorry for what, Emma Jean?”
“This man,” she says, looking down at him with her soft brown eyes widened to saucers. “He’s been following me for a while. I … I thought I’d shaken him off. I …”
I just stare at her.
“He’s been following you?” I ask quietly, struggling to breathe through the rush of adrenaline, through my anger, through all of the confusing emotions tearing through me. I just killed some random dude in my own house. This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. “And you brought him here?”
“The mayor sent him to watch me,” she says, gaze darting to the front door. “But I didn’t think—”
“Fuck, Emma Jean!” I yell at her, scrubbing a hand down my face and finding my palm wet with blood. “This is why I don’t get involved with people like you!” She cringes away from me, but at the very least, she’s both erased some of my worries and introduced brand-new ones.
This man isn’t someone the police will be looking for; I don’t think Emma Jean will rat me out.
On the other hand, this is a goon sent by the fucking mayor!
With a groan, I whip my phone out of my pocket, hand shaking as I grit my teeth and stare down at Bohnes’ number in my contacts. My Dark Love Bohnes. I’d forgotten that he changed his name to that.
I can’t get my crew involved in more of this mayoral shit. No way. It’s far too dangerous. The guy just sent a hitman to kill a reporter and, presumably, me? I’m not sure, but either way, I can’t call any of my girls.
At the same time, I already owe Bohnes a lot. Too much. This would be the fifth body I’ve asked him to bury. The last one might’ve been my girl and not somebody I killed, but still. Can I really indebt myself to that man any further?
“Start cleaning this mess up,” I snap, giving Emma a look. “There are garbage bags, rubber gloves, paper towels, and bleach under the sink in the kitchen. I’m going to go shower and change then I’ll come help.”
She just swallows hard and shifts her attention to the body.
“Or we could call the police,” I start, and her eyes go wide.
“No!” She looks at me with sheer terror on her pretty face. “The Springfield Chief of police is in bed with Mayor Kelly. We can’t do that. We can’t let him know that we killed his man.”
“Then go get the gloves now,” I grind out, storming into the downstairs bathroom and stripping off my bloody clothes.
What a goddamn mess.
What a goddamn, motherfucking, cocksucking mess.
Bohnes
It’s not like I spend every waking minute stalking Scarlett Force. On the contrary, I’m busy with my own jobs most days. On this day however, I decide to drive by her house, just to check on her, and find her pulling out of the driveway in a hurry.
“What are you up to, Scarlett Force?” I murmur, curled over my steering wheel and peering at her through the Chevelle’s windshield. There’s a white Prius parked on the curb that belongs to that busybody reporter, Emma Jean Thompson. I don’t like seeing her there. Most especially, I don’t like the idea of Scarlett leaving the woman in her house unattended.
Knowing Force the way I do, I don’t think she’d do that unless there was an emergency of some kind. Hmm. Is the emergency her dinner meeting with Alexei Grove? Or something else?
I decide to follow her at a safe distance, knowing that she’ll be on the lookout for just such a thing. The only reason I’m able to keep up with her at all is because I know Prescott so well. I know Prescott, and I know Scarlett.
She drives slow, so as not to catch the attention of any cops—not that there are any around here at the moment. Mayor Kelly and his best buddy, Chief Bolin, have made sure to clear them all out. I have some ideas on why that might be, none of which are important at the moment.
