Page 30 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

His mask is also gone, thrown on top of the tool chest. I guess we don’t need to wear it while in here, so I untie my ribbon and place mine next to his.

As he ties her hands above her head, he casually says, “You said you wanted one,” like this isn’t a big deal. When it absolutely is—to me.

In the middle of this moment I am having with my E, Francesca decides to ruin it by opening her fucking mouth for the first time in over an hour.

“I have copies. I have sent them to others. If anything happens to me, they will expose you!”

E’s strong, tattooed hand grips her chin, forcing her head to turn. “You are too stupid to have done that. And you love the attention, so for anyone else to have the glory other than yourself, that would never fucking happen. Remember, I am smarter than you. The fluorescent light in this room is smarter than you. It doesn’t take much, does it?”

Then, it’s like I am watching in slow motion as her lips pucker and then slightly open. A giant wad of spit comes flying out from between them and lands in E’s eye. Another gasp leaves me, I am in absolute shock. She is truly as stupid as he just described her.

E doesn’t move. Letting the thick saliva slowly run off his eyelashes as he opens his eyes. A large smile adorns his face, the fangs are proudly on display. I’m not sure I have ever seen him so happy.

Stepping back, his free hand reaches out for his bat.

I place it in his hand and he grips the handle before swinging it in circles by his waist. “You will wish it was the bat once I am done with you.” His voice sends shivers down my spine. As helets go of her and turns to face me, his eyes are pitch fucking black. They blend in perfectly with the black ink around his eyes.

I’ve read about this. I’ve wanted to educate myself as much as possible, when it comes to E and his condition and mental health.

Eyes turn black on psychopaths when they are excited or see something positive. It’s like a trance, it doesn’t last long and you have to be quick to catch it. Although, those with blue eyes are different. Their eyes turn black when enraged, which means Francesca is in for one hell of a ride. And to trigger this reaction from E, she deserves every bit.

It doesn’t help that he has been contained for months, only setting him on edge and pumping him full of emotions he doesn’t know what to do with or how to release them. For someone like me, it would be a lot, never mind my E.

As he stands before me, looking into my eyes, I keep reminding myself,He cannot hurt me, he won’t hurt me.

His bat drops on the tiled floor, bouncing at our feet before rolling off. The smile is gone and he isn’t blinking. Through gritted teeth, his words come out harsh. “Tie her fucking feet.”

As I slowly nod my head in response, he finally blinks. When his eyes show themselves again, they are the familiar bright blue with the brown specks that I love.

Raising his hand to his face, he wipes the spit off, and his smirk returns. Thenhereturns to me.

“Let’s give the people a show.”

Ijust want to sink my teeth into her tits.

My little bat is getting harder and harder to resist.

Grabbing the metal chain from the corner of the table, she closes the attached cuff around both of my cousin’s ankles, ensuring her legs remain spread.

Stupid cunt.

Threatening me. As if I would believe the bullshit spewing from her lips. Did she forget what I just did to the Pawn assigned to her?

Looking down at my hands, they are still stained with his blood. I would permanently keep my hands this color if I could. Stain them daily by dipping them in a bucket with the harvested blood of those whose paths have crossed mine. To feel the warm,thick substance between my fingers. The same fingers that took them, to possess them.

Turning to the tool chest, I close my eyes. My cock hardens against my jeans as I picture curb stomping that pussy of a Pawn.

Fuck.

Months of suppression. And as a result, tonight I played a beautiful symphony made of blood and chaos.

The biggest weight lifted off my soul the moment I stuck the claws into his skin. Seeing Rain’s lips on another person, regardless of gender, sent me there and gave me permission to stay.

Lately, feelings have tried to enter me. To confuse me and to make me frustrated, unsure of how to respond. The only person I ever allow in is her. I may never understand it, but she is my one and only.

My fingers touch the cool metal, gripping the handles as I open the drawers, my eyes are taking in the inventory and what The Exodus have provided.

My dad would have made sure it was properly stocked.

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