Page 15 of Until Death Parts Us (Dysfunctional)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

KASPIAN

It takes nearly a week to get back home, but the good news is that by the time we pull up to our house, my wounds feel a lot better.

I’m ready to destroy the brands already, hating every second that I have to look at them.

Quin tells me we’ll take care of them when we can, so I try not to dwell on it too much.

“I can’t wait to sleep in our bed. I probably won’t leave it for a week.”

Quin looks me up and down, dark desire pooling in his eyes. “How healed are you?”

“Healed enough,” I reply, biting my lip.

“Hmm.”

We haven’t had sex since before we got to Montana. It’s been a long time, but Quin was insistent on not making the wounds worse since he didn’t want to go to a hospital and have to explain what happened to me.

His wound has healed up better than mine, probably because he was stabbed through a thick jacket, which prevented it from doing as much damage. He had some sort of barrier while I had nothing. The brands will take even longer to heal, based on research I did on the internet.

Quin turns on the TV, and we’re immediately met with news about what happened in Montana.

Four bodies were found within miles of each other at a campground in Trego, Montana. Investigators are on scene. They’re hesitant to say it’s the work of a serial killer but it appears the same weapon was used, though the methods did vary.

Three of the victims have been identified, and only one seems to not be connected to the others. We’re still waiting on the ID of the fourth victim.

Officers are now widening their search to see if there are even more victims to be found.

“Well,” I say, glancing over at Quin. “They might find the victims of the guys you killed. If they search the lake and find anything in their cabin, it’ll at least point the finger at them.”

“Yeah, but they didn’t kill themselves.”

“No, but it’ll confuse things. Plus, once people find out they were bad guys, they won’t even care that they died.”

“The cops might,” he murmurs. “There shouldn’t be any record of us being there, though. And if they go through their texts, they’ll think Tim was talking to the guy I killed, and based on the messages sent, they’ll assume there was some turmoil between them.”

“What did you say?” I ask with a slight grin.

“I told him to tell me where you were or I’d find everybody he knew.”

“What did he say?”

“That I wasn’t prepared for what was to come. That he’d send you back in pieces.”

I huff. “Kind of pissed off we couldn’t have tortured them more.”

“Well, they’re gone now, and if luck is on our side, it won’t follow us here.”

“I guess all your planning and careful nature has been helpful.”

He smirks at me, coming to sit at my side.

“It was nice to just leave the bodies and not have to wrap them up, drag and carry them somewhere, then dispose of them.” My smile grows.

“But I’m not saying that’s how it’s always going to be.

I like the sense of comfort I get knowing I did everything I could to keep it from coming back to me. ”

I bite on my bottom lip. “So, what you’re saying is more trips? If we can go somewhere where nobody knows us, sees us, or talks to us, we can do whatever we want and then be in another state by the next day.”

He levels me with a stern look. “No more trips for a while. You have some healing to do, and I’m getting rid of the RV.”

I sigh. “Well, I’ll just bring it up later.”

“I’m sure you will.” He stands up and faces me. “Come get in the shower with me.”

I grin. “Yes, sir.”