Page 26 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

The more I squeeze, the less blood and oxygen will get to her brain, which will ultimately make her pass out. Much easier to transport an unconscious body than some annoying bitch screaming in the trunk.

Her phone drops as sharp nails scratch against me.

Using my strength, I lift her off the ground, her feet kicking into the air as her body continues to squirm. Taking my hint, Rain is quick to pick the phone up. This way, we can give it to my dad and his people can do whatever the fuck they need to do.

As Rain goes to stand, her ass adjusts as a small moan escapes.

Francesca’s body goes limp.

I hold on a little longer to make sure she is out and not faking it.

We stand in silence.

Her body is heavy in my arms.

“E, I think she’s out.” Rain’s voice breaks me from my trance.

Nodding, I maneuver her around in my arms until I am able to throw her over my shoulder.

Taking the lead, I walk down the sidewalk, leaving the Pawn’s body behind. I don’t hear my little bat behind me. What is she waiting for?

“E, shouldn’t we hide him?”

Still walking, I shout back casually, “It’s The Reckoning, just leave it. I’ll text my dad to send a cleanup crew. No one is going to fucking care.”

“Oh. Okay.” Still hesitant, she begins to follow. Her tiny footsteps trail behind me as we reach the car.

Popping the trunk, I throw my cousin in, her body still limp, and close her in. Rain is already sitting in the car as I get in. Starting it, it roars to life.

Lifting the middle console open, I rummage around until I find what I am looking for, then toss it onto Rain’s lap.

“Um, what is this for?”

Rolling my eyes, I reply, “Your lips.”

Her voice is timid the next time she speaks. “Are you mad?”

Sitting up straight in my seat, I put the car into drive. My tone is deep and my words are sharp when I say, “Fucking furious.”

“Only my lips touch you. You are mine, Rain! Never pull that shit again. Do you understand me?” His tone is chilling. It reminds me of the cave. I’ve only heard him use it while in the cave, as he was walking his mom into the fire.

That day symbolized the end of The Chapel, the beginning of our freedom, and his depression.

Did I push him too far earlier?

Kissing his cousin was based on pure instincts. I knew it would piss him off. It would bring him back, but did I push him to the opposite end? Was it too much?

To any other male or female, that shit had to look hot. I felt my body ignite the moment we touched. Being edged only madeit that much more intense. But to my E, rage is what consumed him at the sight. As I knew it would.

And now, the Pawn is dead.

What I do know, for absolute certainty, is that my punishment will be severe and deserved.

Grabbing the sanitizer off my lap, I open it, squeeze some of the clear liquid on my fingers, then rub it against my lips. They shrivel, pulling tight and feeling dry immediately from the alcohol content in it. My instant reaction is to wet them with my tongue, which I regret immediately. The taste is horrendous. My face puckers like I just ate something sour.

“Good. Your lip shit is in the middle console.”

It still astounds me each time he does something kind or considerate. This isn’t a natural thought process for E, it takes a lot for him to think of these things and then to act on them. Watching his evolution into a caring psychopath has been one of my most favorite things.

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