Page 19 of Game of Revenge

“They disrespected Brian at his funeral, Chuck! The things they were saying. You should have let me stab them. At least let me make them bleed a little.”

Bates laughs and moves over to Carrie. Lifting her, he places her on his lap and presses a kiss onto her shoulder.

“I love when you get all bloodthirsty, babe, but I have to agree with Chuck. Those guys were assholes, but we don't know that they were the ones to kill Brian. We need proof, honey.”

Groaning, Carrie mumbles under her breath, but I didn't catch it.

“Fine, but can I at least fantasize for a little while. Kier and I haven't plotted a murder spree in ages.” She turns to look at him with a pout and he nods, then kisses her lips.

She spins back to face Francis and I with a twinkle in her eyes. If I wasn't so drunk, I might have noticed that Carrie wasn't the one plotting to kill off the football team.

Chapter 6

Tray

“We should call it a night,” I mumble, worried as I glance up at the bar in front of me. Somehow, our feet found our way back here as we’ve been drinking.

“No,” Carrie says boldly, opening the door. “They won’t fucking touch you while I’m here!”

Kier, Carrie, Francis, and I have been aimlessly walking through the town talking about anything and everything.

Mike passed out in his childhood bed, and Carrie’s guys have trailed behind us, to make sure nothing happens to us as we’ve bonded in melancholy.

“This is going to go well,” I murmur, giving her a telling glance.

I adore Carrie, but there’s a burning anger building in her. When she gets like this, people die. She’s mellowed out a lot recently, but there’s still a darkness that lives inside of her.

Grabbing the door, I motion for her to head inside. Meyers elbows me out of the way to follow her in, which makes my lips twitch despite myself.

This pregnancy has made her men incredibly protective. I don’t blame them since we’re in a town where one of our own was curb stomped to death.

I almost didn’t recognize him when I saw him in the backlot. My heart hearts as I think about Brian, my feet almost dragging as I walk through the bar.

I hate this town, the bar, and everything about this place. I can’t wait to see it in my rearview mirror as soon as possible.

Kiernan walks to the bar to get drinks while we find a table, huddling together to talk.

“This place gives me really bad vibes,” Chuck mutters, twisting in his seat to look around. “They’re all giving Kier really nasty glances. I’m going to help him with the drinks.”

“Why are we here again, baby?” Meyers mumbles to Carrie. It had been her suggestion when we realized we were going to walk by the bar.

Francis snorts, waiting for her best friend to go off. Carrie despises bigotry, and this town is steeped in it.

“I want people to know that relationships other than what they consider normal exist,” she snarls, rubbing her expansive stomach.

“They’re small minded and evil. I hate that this shit always seems to happen in these backwater places. We are going to sit here and make themseeus. I still think there’s plenty of time to plan a fright night scenario, boys.”

“Carrie,” Meyers groans. “You’re beautiful, and so damn stabby, but you’re too pregnant to go running around in the dark killing people.”

“Are you saying that I’m starting to waddle?” Carrie sniffles.

Meyers and Bates look at each other paleing. She tends to be very emotional when she’s pregnant, and they just said ‘no’ one too many times to her tonight.

Shit.

“You’re not waddling,” I tell her leaning forward. I’m feeling the drinks of the night, but I can still pull the air out from her very angry sails. “The guys know you’re beautiful and capable as hell. They just worry about you, and want to keep you safe. Do you blame them?”

Meyers and Bates take a deep breath as they wait, because it could still go either way. Francis smirks, not bothering to pull their asses out of the fire. Her motto is if they roast their assholes, they deserve the burn.

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