Page 30 of Deadly Sweet

Leaning forward, I tilt my head to the side, trailing my blade down his jaw. “Shame my cock was too much for you to handle. Not very fun when you're forced to suck dick, is it? If it makes you feel better, I’d rather deep throat my own knife too than suck your cock. But you're such a gem, taking one for the team.” I pat his cheek, then wipe my bloody hands on his expensive designer suit.

Looking at his mangled face, I reach into my pocket to grab my phone. I’m pretty sure I’m covered in blood, but I can’t tell.Black dress for the win.

I’m about to dial Duchess when I hear a phone ring.

I pause, eyes darting over to the phone on his desk, which is lighting up. “Well, fuck,” I whisper. I stare and stare, waiting for it to stop ringing, but it doesn’t. “Give up,” I mutter. “Roddy isn’t in right now. Please leave a fucking message after the beep so I can get rid of his body.”

The phone stops ringing, and I sigh. But the relief is short-lived when the sound of someone leaving a voicemail fills the room.

“I know you're at the office!” a woman screams. “I know you're there with some whore! How dare you cheat on me!”

I raise a brow.Ohhhh someone’s pissed. Rightfully so.“Leave him, babe. You deserve better,” I tell her, even though she can’t hear me.

“Do you think I’m stupid? The office closes at five. How much work do you have to do to be gone until midnight, four nights a week?”

“Really?” I snort, asking Rodney. “How long did you think that excuse was going to work for? Stupid boy.” I shake my head.

“I know you're there,” his wife continues. “And I’m done. I’m done with your lies. We’re over. We’re done!”

“Yeah!” I shout. “You tell him, Mrs. Rodney’s wife. Dump his stupid, cheating ass.”

I love it when people see their worth, that they’re better than being treated like a joke.

“I’m coming to the office. We’re going to talk this out. This ends tonight!”

I snort. “Boy, you have no idea how true that is.” Then my face falls. “Shit, fuck. No. No, no, no!”

She’s coming here. To the office. Now?

The call ends, and I start to panic.

“Damn you, Rodney!” I shout. “This is all your fault. I wanted to go to a motel, but nooooo. You wanted to stay here. Now look where that got us.” I sigh heavily and call Duchess.

“Savvy, is everything okay?”

“Define okay?” I sigh. “I made him suck my dick. Now, he’s dead.”

“I’m sorry... what?”

“Never mind.” I wave her off. “He’s dead, and his wife is coming to the office to dump his ass. I’ve already saved her the trouble—if anything, she should thank me for saving her the time. Now she doesn’t have to lose her breath yelling at him. He’s not worth it–”

“Savannah!” Duchess urges. “What the hell is going on?”

“Right.” I start to feel more anxious as I look at his bloody face. “I need the clean-up crew here like ASAP. And I need the cameras wiped.”

She’s quiet on the other end for a moment before sighing. For a moment, I think she’s disappointed in me for fucking this up. Then she says, “Stupid wife.Nowshe chooses to confront him. Should have done that when he was being charged for rape,” she growls. “How bad is the scene?”

“Ahhh, bad. Blood. Everywhere.” I cringe. “He gives messy blow jobs, okay! I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sure I even wanna know.” She sighs. “Okay, here’s what I need you to do. She’s only a five-minute drive away, but the office is locked up, right?”

“Yes. I made sure to lock all the doors.”

“Okay, good. I need you to get his body down to the back alley. The crew will meet you there, collect him, and then come up to clean. Normally, I’d say leave him there and let the crew do their job, but they’re going to have to work fast because something tells me if she’s going all the way over there to confront him, she’s not going to want to leave until she sees him. That may include screaming and banging on the doors, which could lead to attention and police. The faster we do this, the better.”

“I’m sorry.” I chew on my lower lip.

“Shit happens, Savvy. You killing him in his office wouldn’t have been an issue if his wife weren’t coming. You did nothing wrong.”

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