Chapter 2Remus
What the hell had he expected? He should never have allowed himself to be seen in the café, but after days of following Murphy, watching him take home man after man he’d had enough. No. That wasn’t quite true. He’d been jealous and careless. And now he’d f****d everything up.
He should have seen the shooter before they even got a round off. He knew there had to be one around, had been waiting for him to show himself so he could take him out. Now, as he dragged Murphy’s semi-unconscious body toward the back entrance of the café, he cursed his lapse in judgement. That cop had died because Remus had found Murphy White too f*****g desirable to ignore.
Fucking douchebag, he scolded himself, though he’d find time later to really haul himself over the coals for this fiasco.
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