✔️ ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

Chapter 24

ROMAN

Family is the Person you can Rely on in your Ups and Downs.

In my souped-up "grief," I rely on my brother — half bastard, half vile, just like me. Somehow, he's the only solace I can find when I hit the lowest point of my life. Sad, I know.

We meet in the middle of nowhere — far from prying eyes and curious ears. He steps out of his car, his gaze soft, offering a pat on my shoulder, emanating empathy and comfort.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his tone careful. My eyes, though, are locked on his trunk — big enough to fit the little problem I've brought along. Grief makes for such a convenient excuse to hand over my issue in my trunk.

"I lost my bitch. And I might've lost my kid," I say, shifting my gaze from his car to him. His face softens, pity practically dripping off him. I know then — he'll handle the problem. He always does when he pities me.

"Don't worry. I'm already taking care of the body and making sure no one messes with the results," he says firmly, nodding as if this is just another errand on his to-do list.

I sigh, a deep exhale carrying the weight of my exhaustion with life itself. "I need you to take care of another body for me."

His brows knit together, confusion plain on his face. "Another body?"

"Another body," I confirm, my tone flat, walking to the trunk with him close behind. I pop it open, revealing another body.

"What the fuck, Roman..." he mutters, gripping the edge of the trunk and shoving it wider. He stares, probably taking in the full view of her naked, lifeless form. "Who is this?"

"Another bitch," I say with a hum, my lips curling into a grin. I glance at him sideways, catching the exasperation in his glare. "Don't worry, she isn't pregnant."

"What the fuck happened? How did she die?" he asks, heaving a sigh, already looking like he regrets the question.

"She had a gun kink... and got an unintentional bullet in the wrong place," I say with a sheepish smile, hoping my lie sounds convincing.

"The wrong place?" His voice rises in a hiss, heavy with frustration and a sharp tinge of sarcasm. "Where exactly is the right place? Her pussy? Her mouth? What the fuck are you into?"

"Leave me alone, all right?" I huff, feigning offense as I whip out my joker grief card. "I may just lost my baby. I just wanted a little fun to forget the pain..."

"All right, I'm sorry," he sighs, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed, probably imagining me as some perverted killer shoving guns where they don't belong. What a stellar reputation I've earned for myself.

"Can you please get rid of her body for me?" I ask softly. His eyes snap to mine, and for a moment, we lock gazes. "I'm really not myself since Jo's death... I feel like if I handle this, I'll screw it up and get caught."

"Fine, I'll get rid of her," he says with a subtle nod, and my lips curl into a smug smile. I knew he'd take care of my little problem. "But this is the first and last time!" he warns, his voice sharp.

"Best brother ever," I reply, pulling him into a hug with a sigh, patting his back as he groans in frustration. I suppose this wasn't how he imagined his day would go — disposing of a body for me. "Just be careful. I accidentally dumped her in a nettle bush."

"I won't even ask how," he mutters, carefully lifting her lifeless body and loading it into his trunk. I watch him with quiet amusement, his silence betraying a mix of irritation and unease. Poor thing. He's already traumatized by my... quirks and clearly not eager to discover more of my dirty little secrets.