Page 16 of Sinister

“Semantics.” Sin waves me off and takes in a drag of his cigarette, the glow of it matching the fire.

Glancing over at Chaser, who has stepped back and placed the gas can far enough away from our little bonfire to prevent it from igniting and blowing all of us to pieces, he stands there mesmerized by the dancing flames.

“What now?” I ask.

“We watch the fuckers burn.” Sin’s gaze settles on me and he gives me that look I’ve seen many times. The look of satisfaction when his well laid out plans turn out exactly how he hoped.

“Morbid curiosity and all that shit, but why did we need to torture them all first? I mean, we had no motive other than wanting the positions in the Frat.” Chaser takes Sin’s cigarette and inhales deeply before handing it back.

“Because I like to see people beg for their lives, and besides, wasn’t it just a little fun? Hearing them cry and plead to spare them, their lies of keeping their mouths shut if we let them live. They’re all the same boring, pathetic humans as the rest of these fucks attending this elite university.” He flicks his cigarette into the flames.

The wind shifts and blows the foul stench of burning flesh at us, hitting us with full force. We’re all conditioned for these games; we’ve played them all our lives. Murder and intrigue go hand in hand. Burning bodies is just another day in our mob lives.

“So, tell me this, all mighty one. How the fuck do you plan on covering this one up. A whole ass frat house perished in a fire in the woods.” I cross my arms waiting for his usual eloquent answer.

“Simple. They were hunted and attacked one by one, brought here and burned.”

“By whom and for what reason?”

Sin slices his gaze to me and grins like his madness has finally overtaken him. “Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours, I’ve got us covered. I found some dumb fuck & planted evidence on him. He’s going straight to jail and the best part is, it’s not even for the sick shit he actually takes part in.”

I shake my head in disbelief. “You have too much time on your hands.”

Slipping out his phone, he unlocks the screen and shoots off a text. “The boys are on their way. You two go and get drunk at the party and keep an eye on any fucker who doesn’t know the rules.”

“You know it’s going to be fucking hard to keep tabs on everyone at SLU.” Chaser glances at me.

“I have my ways. If daddy dear wants us to look after her, then daddy dearest gets my version of looking after her.”

“Fuck, Sin. I think you need to lay off a bit.” I light my joint and inhale a lungful, hoping to get a buzz.

“You can talk.”

“You know what I mean.” I pass him the joint and he takes it.

“Trust me boys. This benefits all of us, including the precious little adopted daughter. I’ll see you all tomorrow at the house.”

“You’re not coming?” Chaser fist bumps Sin.

“I’ll enjoy my little barbeque and make sure the guys clean up properly.”

“You fucking worry me sometimes.” Chaser hugs Sin into him and pats him on the back.

“Sometimes is not enough. Get some pussy, boys!” he shouts after us as we make our way through the thick forest toward where we left the car to head to the party.

There was no fucking way I was letting Monroe attend without me there. Even if she’s hell bent on losing her virginity tonight, I’ll make damn sure she doesn’t. If I can’t have her pussy, then no other fucker will either. That hole is mine and I’ll claim it when Sin finally comes around and stops with his bullshit. Knowing she’ll be there without us already has me on edge and I know for a fact that Chaser feels the same. Opening my phone up, I check on the whereabouts of her phone and I can see she’s where she said she would be as she makes her way to Saskia’s place. It’s only an hour or so until we make it to the party and I hope to fuck that no one touches her in the mean time.

Chapter ten

Monroe

The guard at the front of Saskia’s place lets me cruise in without checking who I am. They all know my cars by now seeing as I’ve spent weeks on end here during the holidays. I ease the car down her ridiculously long, tree lined driveway and pull up outside her palatial mansion, climb out and skip up to her door.

Pressing the doorbell, I wait for a second before the door opens and Saskia rushes out.

“Quick.” She grabs my hand and as she’s about to drag me down the steps her Baba emerges yelling at us in Russian. “Shit,” Saskia whispers as we both turn around to see Baba coming toward us.

“Monroe.” She holds her hand out to me and I take it in mine.

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