Page 3 of Game of Revenge

“I got a letter the other day. My old high school football team is having a memorial for our coach. He passed away. They want me to come, but they don’t know that I’m gay, and my town is almost as small and judgemental as Reutman. If I choose to go, will you come with me?”

Brian’s strangling the steering wheel, and I know how much this is bothering him. “Of course I will. Anywhere you need me, I will always be.”

Moving my hand from his thigh, he wraps our fingers together and kisses the back of my hand. “I love you, Kiernan. You have made my life so much brighter. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

I lean over and give him a quick kiss as he waits at a red light. Deepening it, Tray groans in the backseat. “Ugh, how am I supposed to do construction with an erection,” he grumbles and I laugh, pulling away.

Brian gives me a wink and smiles, his shoulder’s instantly lighter.

It doesn’t take us long to get to the house, since we have been staying at a rental just out of town. Carrie and her guys are already there, looking at the place that once held a lot of misery, but also freedom.

I know the guys think I am crazy for wanting to live somewhere where we tortured and killed a bunch of ungratefulcollege kids, but I don’t see it like that. I see this place as a haven for my best friend.

She took her power back from people who tried to break her down.

Plus it was a steal in the police auctions. No one wanted to buy the murder house.

“Are you ready?” Brian asks and I give him a big grin, nodding.

Unbuckling and opening the door, I have to laugh as Bates and Meyers are arguing. Carrie looks happy and that can only mean one or two things.

“You're pregnant,” I gasp, moving over to her. She’s glowing and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Pouting, she scowls.

“How do you always fucking do that?!”

Chuck laughs, coming closer to us and pulling her into his arms. He places his hands over her small stomach and can’t keep the grin off his lips.

“She hasn’t even told the other guys or Francis yet. I only know because I found her with her head in the toilet bowl this morning and suggested we grab a test.”

Rolling her eyes, she sighs. “I don’t know how far along I am, but if I had to guess I’d say ten weeks. We went on that trip and there was the night in the hottub…” she trails off, getting lost in a memory, and I smirk.

I am so happy that she’s getting better. When Carrie died and Blakely took her place, she was a lost little lamb. She couldn’t accept any part of her old life, including her daughter. Francis, our bestie from another testie became her mom, and we raised Tiffany for about three years.

Since then Carrie has returned, and she’s a mom of a horde of kids now. Freddy is my little buddy, and Margo is my angel.

“I don’t think it’ll be a huge shock, Carebear, they like to keep you pregnant,” I mutter, expecting her to smack my arm, but she just rolls her eyes again and laughs, nodding.

“They really do. I swear Meyers wants to have six more kids, but I draw the line at four. Our house is chaotic enough with Tiffany becoming a pre-teen, and Ms. Kay can only handle her sass for so long.”

“I wonder where she gets it from,” Chuck grunts, then groans as Carrie smacks him in his abs.

Brian and Mike come over to join us, and I can tell they just had an argument. Mike looks mad, and Brian just looks tired. We have been together a long time, and this is just our next step in our relationship, but I worry that one day, one of them will have enough of the tension and break my heart.

“Okay, so I think the first steps will be to go inside and open all the windows, airing the place out, then we can start ripping wallpaper and floorboards up,” Tray says as he walks around the truck, clipping his tool belt around his hips.

“Fuck,” I mutter, and Carrie laughs. Shoving her arm gently with my shoulder, I whisper just for her. “Shut up, bitch, you know my guys are hot.”

“Yeah, yeah, we are lucky psychos aren’t we,” she jokes, then takes my hand, pulling me into the house that started it all.

Chuck, Bates, and Meyers follow us in, and I have to laugh at how slow their steps are.

We tormented them that weekend, but it was for a good cause. They needed to learn the truth.

“Canwe just go one night without you guys at each other’s throats,” I groan, entering our rental. Brain and Mike are at it again, and this time I don’t even know what it’s about.

Tray grabs my hand and leads us to the bedroom. I’m exhausted, a little tipsy and need a shower.

“I don’t see what the issue is, Brian,” Mike roars before stomping down the hall and slamming his door. Loud music begins to play off of his Alexa, and I sigh.

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