CHAPTER 32

　　“I broke your floor. I’m so sorry I broke your floor”

　　I tell drake as my sobs stop, my body trembles as he holds me.

　　“Your worried about my floor?”

　　He asks in disbelief, I nod, staring at it.

　　“Those stains are going to be a bitch to get out”

　　He chuckles

　　“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have our people come fix it”

　　“Like the mob have cleaners? Do we have special murder cleaners?”

　　My mind was blank, all I could think about was the floor and the roof, chunks of flesh that had stuck

　　To the roof we’re now starting to drop.

　　“Ehh no? Well yes, I mean, I suppose. Are you sure you're ok? I

　　Really don’t think this Is a time to worry about the bloody floor”

　　I shrug

　　“He’s dead, I killed him and made a mess. We need to have someone clean it. What else should I think?”

　　He stares at me worriedly, pushing hair from my face

　　“You. That was a lot and I’m worried about you”