Hours later, he finally got Love to sleep, but in fifteen minutes, he had to go to work. The body disposal would have to wait, he worried about the smell, about Vivian noticing. At work, Brian was tense, sitting in his cabin, checking on workers, helping when asked. His eyes caught a young guy helping another worker cut rebar, being yelled at like crazy. Brian couldn't focus on anything else.
"Why's he yelling at him?" Brian asked. "He always does, sugar dropped or whatever, ignore it," the worker said. Brian listened but thought, "I can't ignore this. They yelled at me like this as a kid, I even broke that guy's jaw once. This kid's silent either from fear or respect, but it doesn't mean that bald bastard can treat him like that."
"What do we do boss? He's just yelling, can't hurt anyone," the worker said.
Brian stood, walked toward them. The kid's fear was obvious. The bald man continued yelling despite his mistakes.
"Sup," Brian said, approaching. The cutter stopped yelling, focused on the work. "Everything okay?"
"Uh, yeah boss," bald guy said.
"You yelling at the kid too much, problem?"
"No boss, just teaching him." The memory of his own childhood flashed. Brian put a hand on the bald guy's shoulder, leaned close. "You yell at him again, I'll fuck your bald head up. Who the fuck do you think you are yelling at my crew? I'll ruin your life." Bald guy froze. The kid heard everything, staring at Brian.
"From now on, he's under your command. Don't yell. Everything's fine, got it?" Brian said it to kid.
"Got it, boss," the kid replied. Brian gave the bald guy a hard look, walked to his cabin, a bit calmer, lit another cigarette, feet up, staring at the ceiling. "What's happening to me?" he thought. The timid man from last year was gone. A killer had emerged, attacking when needed. "Fuck it," he muttered, "can't keep blaming myself. I've got a life to live, a kid to raise."
He drifted into fantasies, thinking of Julia, turned on, long dry spell made it worse. Closed cabin door, unbuttoned pants, started masturbating, thinking of Julia… then Maria too, fantasizing about both. Just as he was about to finish, a phone alert came. The basement camera pinged.
"Oh fuck!" Brian said, opening it. Vivian was staring at Sami's body.
He jumped in his car, speeding home. If Vivian saw the body, she'd call the cops immediately. Racing through traffic, he arrived home, jumped out, rushed in, saw the basement door open. Vivian was frozen, taking pictures with her phone. About to call the cops…
"Stop!" Brian shouted from the top of the stairs. Vivian froze, stepped back.
"Calm down, don't call anyone! I'll explain everything. Please, stop."
"Wh-what have you done?"