MY HUSBAND’S.

“The cops are on their way,” Dariel said to King who finally stepped out of the house too.

“Fuck!” King hissed and slapped his forehead.

“Why did she have to die?” He questioned while he pointed his index finger at the door.

Dariel pressed his lips together and shook his head. This was the least they were expecting.

Meeting the woman in her own pool of blood was the last thing they were expecting to see.

“I was only going to ask why she did it and who put her up to it,” King lamented again.

“Did they kill her because of that?” Dariel asked.

King shook his head and then pressed his lips together.

All he would have done even if the woman had refused to tell him was threaten her. Not kill her.

Whoever was behind this would probably not sit still while they got blown easily, he knew that much.

—

They waited a bit longer for the cops and when they did, King and Darien moved over to the side while the policemen rushed in.

“Mr. Thorn!”

King turned to look in the direction of the man who call