Russo: His Untold Story (Blacklisted #3) by Maria Delaurentis Page B

good.” There it was. The one thing I had dreaded. She wanted me gone, and who the fuck could blame her.
    “I bet your parents are turning in their graves at how disgusting a son they have.” She was saying it to hurt me, but I knew she was probably right. My parents would’ve never condoned this shit. What had I done? I didn’t care that the fucker was dead, I kill him ten times over without a drop of remorse—but what I had done to her… fuck I was no better than him. I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me, knowing there was no point in arguing the truth.

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    I had to let her go. I had to let her live a life outside of what I had given her. I let my body perform on autopilot again as I pulled a black duffel from my closet. I packed jeans for her, sweatpants, t-shirts, hoodies—I had been hanging onto them for when I hoped we would start our new carefree life… but that wouldn’t be happening. Back when she had first “moved in” I knew that Genovese was tracking her through her bank account, so I had made her a new one. I had always meant to tell her but there was never much point while she was with me. It only seemed fair now that I make sure she has everything she needs. I needed her to be able to live a life better than the one she had—I needed her to be happy.
    When I finished packing the duffel I left it on my bed and closed the door behind me. Unfortunately for me I still had plenty of work to do. This part of the plan had been had been the easiest part—I just had to deliver the bodies. Probably the only good thing about Genovese’s…”affiliates”; they would cover this all up for me. None of them would want the word out that their boss was murdered, let along with two guys protecting him. This would somehow get turned into a heart attack, an accident… something that didn’t raise questions. All it took was a medical examiner that needed a pay bump, and a funeral home that didn’t ask questions. I just had to get the bodies to the vehicle, clean up the apartment and let the chips fall on their own from there.
    As I drove from the warehouse back to the loft I tried to keep my head on straight, though Brie’s anger resided strongly in the forefront. I would get back and it would be the last time I saw her. She was going to remove herself from my life as quickly as she got into it.
    I backed my truck up to the security door in back of the building. I moved quickly to the back and opened the hatch. I pulled a thick sheet of plastic from the duffel and laid it across everything, not wanting to find any drops of blood unexpectedly later on. Once I was satisfied I used the keys I stole out of the guards pocket earlier and let myself in.
    The bodies were in the same pile I left them in—I don’t know why I was expecting something else. Apparently I was losing my mind. Before I worked on them I decided to clean up the other rooms, removing any evidence that a woman had ever stepped foot in here. I bagged up everything he had gotten for Brie, but left the few clothes that he had put in the closet—they wouldn’t be my problem. Chances were his guys would come clear it out anyway. They would think Genovese never got this far, and that Brie was still in the wind. They wouldn’t bother her—they didn’t need to implicate themselves.
    Once I felt confident that there wasn’t any blood in any room other than the kitchen and all of the traces of a female being here were gone I made my way to the kitchen. With their hearts no longer pumping the bodies didn’t continue to bleed so I didn’t have to worry about them bleeding all over the hall. A speck here and there wouldn’t be something for me to worry about; no one would pay it any mind if they didn’t know what to be looking for.
    I pulled Genovese’s body up slowly, standing him against the fridge as I gave him a once over. His shirt was covered in blood; I couldn’t carry him around like this. I searched the room until I