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“As long as you’re digging the holes, I’ll carve out the wooden spikes,” she says with a smirk.

Fuck, that shouldn’t be as sexy as it sounds.

My cock twitches, and I bite my lip. I’m going to have to talk to Kiernan soon. Michael and I have drifted away from each other since Brian died. It’s sad, but the way that he’s acting now isn’t attractive. He’s a different person than I thought he was, and sometimes it almost feels as if he’s happy Brian is dead.

It’s disconcerting and sad. Michael is even pushing Kiernan away and upsetting him. We both just want to offer comfort, but he doesn’t want it. We may not be together at all by the end of this hunt.

“Your mood just shifted,” Frankie says, putting her hand on my arm. “Are you okay? We’re so busy now with murder night, it’s easy to get lost in this.”

“Everything feels broken,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m sad all of the time, but sometimes I have these moments of happiness. It should be a good thing that I’m able to find any,except I remember Brian won’t feel anything ever again. It could have been any of us that night. They picked him because it was easy, and he was alone.”

“Women go to the bathroom together because there’s safety in numbers, but why would men think it’s necessary? You can’t let yourself be pulled in by the what-ifs, Tray,” she reminds me. “This night is a reminder for weak-minded, bigoted people that God doesn’t like ugly, and neither do we. Be sad, but remember how lucky you are to have people who care.”

Nodding, I let my hand move to hers, squeezing it before we move on.

Chapter 8

Kiernan

“Are you ready for this, Kier?,” Blakely asks me. She's got the biggest grin on her face, and I know she's doing this for me. For closure, but I'm glad she's having some fun with it too.

Being a mom was stressing her out, and I could tell the guys hovering was putting her on edge.

Brian's death was never meant to happen, but because those pissant fucks beat him to a pulp and ripped my heart open, I'm happy to release my best friend on them.

Tonight will be a little different, since we aren't in an enclosed house, but thanks to the electric fences, Bates and Chuck installed around the perimeter, they can't escape.

Francis comes around the corner, swinging a bat with chains wrapped around it. Tray follows her with an old paddle boat oar we found.

We added some embellishments of course. It's extra stabby now. I have a custom spiked sleeve that slips over my bat and we added a chain to hold it in place.

Blakely isn't allowed to have one and she's been pouting all day about it.

Sighing, she turns to face me. “I still don't know why I don't get a murder bat? Just because I have a basketball under my shirt doesn't mean I'm incapable. Stupid overbearing Neanderthals.”

“Are you still pouting, baby girl?” Meyers shouts, exiting the cabin. He has a sparkly black gift bag in his hand. Chuck and Bates follow him from the front door, and they are smirking.

“Yes, it's so unfair! You wanted to keep me bred like some kind of rabbit. Constantly popping babies out for you assholes. I haven't been back in a long time, and I want to play,” she whines, then rubs her stomach with a groan.

Her lower lip trembles, and I think she may cry. Bates rushes over to her and pulls her into his arms.

Blakely is a badass, but even she can't ignore the hormones coursing through her body.

“Oh, my little killer, we know you want to swing a bat around, bashing people's skulls, but you have to think of our son. So….”

Meyers moves closer and hands her the bag. Sniffling, she opens it, then squeals loudly. “Oh, oh, this is so much better than a bat.”

I move in to see what they gave her and laugh. “They are perfect for you, B,” I comment as she moves over to a tree and starts swinging her new blades around.

“So you got her super sharp blades instead of letting her swing a bat?” Mike grunts from inside, and I look over at him.

He looks like shit, but he won't let me help him. He's been even more distant the last few days, and I don't know what to do.

“Yes, they are lightweight and extra sharp, plus her boots have a blade inside the toe. She will be fine. It's not like we are letting her out of our sights anyways,” Bates mutters, watching the love of his life play with her new toy.

Tray leaves Francis’ side and stands next to me. “So, we are really doing this then?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yeah, it's time for those bigoted assholes to learn what a sissy boy can do.”

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