Page 59 of Trick or Treat

I freeze when I hear commotion inthe main part of the Mausoleum, knowing that whenever these guys fight, they take their rage out on me.Please don't come for me…knowing Halloween is now over and I haven't seen Melanie at all, it leaves me wondering if they've killed her too. I am curious what everyone will think when word gets out about what happened at my apartment.Oh my god… all the blood... all the dead bodies...

I try to sit up against the cold, bloody headboard to breathe through the panic attack that threatens to rock me. My heart tightens and my chest squeezes, almost closing up. Closing my eyes, I try to recall a pleasant memory to help me relax... but I can't fucking think of any.

Riley

Blade and Saint try to block my way into the room by standing in front of the door, preventing me from seeing my little mouse.They're being awfully greedy over her, and I don't fucking like it.

Saint initiated this nonsense, but when we do it, we all get equal time. But this time has been fucking different. Blade and Saint have gotten her way more than me and Nix, and every time I fucking want her, they come up with some pisspore excuse.Not tonight. She's fucking mine, and we're gonna paint the town red tonight… literally.

"Get the fuck out of my way, Saint," I growl, charging toward him, ready for a fight.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Riley?" He fires back, adamant about not letting me into the room with her.

"I'm taking her out tonight, and me and her are going to have a littlefun."

"She's not fucking leaving this place unless she's going to our apartment, andthat ain't happening."Blade steps beside him, his bulky, muscular frame blocking the door and towering over me as I approach.He's fucking huge, but I'm on a fucking mission.

"Tell me how it's fucking fair thatyou twoget to have her whenever the fuck you want, but I can't take her out for a fucking drink to pick up another girl?"

They drop their jaws and stare at me, still not moving from the door.

"I want to go!" she yells from the room, not knowing what she's agreeing to.She probably thinks she'll be able to get away tonight… but she's dead fucking mistaken.

"Shut it, sinner. We're figuring it the fuck out."

"Why the fuck are you taking her to get another girl?" Saint inquires, his thick brows knitted in wonder.

"Because I want to prepare her for the whole Mel thing. I wantherto grab Mel. Ironic, is not it?" I grin, arms crossed across my chest, waiting for them to agree that my plan serves a purpose.

"That's not a bad idea, but I don't want her in public. Have you seen the way she looks?" Blade says, possessiveness in his eyes as he turns around and looks at her across the room.

"Her face is unharmed, so all we have to do is cover her body, which is simple with the right outfit." As I rub my hands together in anticipation, the brothers exchange glances, mulling over the idea in their heads.Hopefully this works and I don't have to fight them for her pussy.

"Fine, she's yours tonight, Riley. But do not fucking make us regret it." They reluctantly step aside, allowing me to enter the room where my little toy is.

She smiles to try to hide the horror swirling within her eyes as she remains tightly bound to the bed, naked and on display for all of us.But I can see it. I can always fucking see it.

"Hope you'rein the mood to go out tonight," I tell her as I work on loosening her wrist restraints.

I’m not sure why, but she gives me a grateful look. She puts her hands over her chest to try to block my ravenous eyes from seeing her gorgeous, perky tits, but I rip them down so I can see them once more, rubbing her sore, bloody wrists as I sit her up.

"Where are we going?"

"Out for a little fun. You'll see."

Taking her arm, I bring her wrist to my mouth and begin gliding my tongue over the dried blood smeared on her skin, cleaning her up. She moans from the feeling of my tongue, but shame fills her eyes as she tries to hide the fact that she likes it.She's so torn about how she should be feeling. If she were smart, she wouldn't bother trying to feel anything since she'll be fucking dead soon and it won't fucking matter.

Blade

I had to leave the mausoleum because if I stayed any longer and was separated from Scarlett, I was going to fucking lose it in front of everyone. My obsession is becoming more intense than Saint's, and it’s fucking terrifying me. I’m not sure what it is about her, but I can’t seem to get away from her. I doubt I’ll be able to fucking kill her.What the fuck have I gotten myself into?Once I had her pussy I was done. But it’s not just that. It's fucking everything about her.

I light a cigarette and blow the smoke into the darkness, watching it swirl and mix with the fog that has settled throughout the cemetery. I can hear yelling inside, but I ignore itbecause I don’t want to get involved in their drama. The door opens, but I keep my back to it, focusing on the gravestones scattered throughout the cemetery, which are covered in dead leaves and frost from the recent cold snap.

"What's going on, Blade?" Saint asks, coming to check on me like always.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine." Deja vu hits me as I recall taking him out last year and asking him thesamefucking question, and he gave me thesamefucking answer I just gave him.

"It's Scarlett, isn't it? You fucking love her, don't you?" I stare at him, greedily puffing on my cigarette to make myself dizzy as all kinds of thoughts about her flood my mind.

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