Nico — POV
A knock sounded at my door.
“Come in,” I muttered, lighting a cigarette.
I looked up at Jared, one of the few men I trusted.
“Did you manage to cover our tracks? And what about the body?” I asked.
“We covered the tracks, and the body’s been taken care of,” Jared replied. Then he hesitated. “Are you really going to keep your fiancée alive after what she saw in the basement?”
I looked at him. Jared was the only person who dared question my judgment.
“Are you saying my decision is irrational?” I asked, taking a drag from my cigarette.
“As your best friend, I’m worried this decision is going to come back and bite you in the ass,” he muttered.
He dropped onto the couch and leaned his head back with a heavy sigh.
“You really hate this woman, don’t you?” he asked.
I snapped
