Page 4 of Game of Revenge

“I know you love them, but I don’t see us staying a foursome for long,” Tray whispers, moving behind me to pull me into his arms.

“The last year things have gotten so strained. I get it that they don’t like to share me in the bedroom, but I’m okay with having our separate times. Maybe when we have a big house, then they can each take a wing and avoid one another,” I grunt, then turn, give him a quick kiss before pulling away and walking to the bathroom.

I shut the door, letting them know that I just need a few minutes to myself, then strip my clothes and hop in the shower.

I’m ready for this day to end, but I’m really excited to move into our home. Start our future. Maybe even discuss kids. I want a family full of love and passion… Now I just need to figure out how to get the twins to stop fighting.

Chapter 2

Tray

Life is so funny. Help a guy go on a deranged Halloween murder spree, and fall in love.

We all fell into step with each other and agreed not to part ways after the murder house. Now, we’re starting a new life with Kiernan.

It hasn’t been easy because the twins don’t enjoy knowing what the other is doing sexually. I can kind of get it, but that’s what happens when you fall in love with the same guy.

Kiernan went to sleep alone last night, angry that the twins were fighting. He seems to be in a better mood today, and we are in the home improvement store now deciding what kind of wood we’re going to use for the accent wall in the ‘murder house.’

It’s difficult to get out of the habit of calling it that, and I need to for Kiernan. He wants to move forward from that night.

The house has good bones, and we are in the middle of breaking through walls with sledgehammers to create a more open floor plan. If you’re ever in a shitty mood or angry, go to town on a wall and beat the hell out of it.

Even the twins are in a better mood, offering to pick up sandwiches while Kiernan and I work our magic in the home improvement store.

Kiernan has a penchant for knowing what he wants, but needing help to verbalize it. I don’t mind doing it.

“I want an accent wall in the foyer where we chased Ian so the guys could destroy him,” he murmurs. Smirking, I nod, because I remember well watching from the cameras once Bates, Chuck, and Meyers learned the truth, and then were let free to find justice.

“I’m thinking hunter green with the wood accents going in a geometric pattern. What do you think?”

“All green or would you like some white paint as well?” I ask, without skipping a beat. His unhinged mind echoes mine. That night was so long ago.

I still masturbate sometimes to the memories. We were there to soak the walls in blood and revenge, and we just simply don’t have a good enough reason to do it all again.

“The other walls can be the cream color we discussed, but the wall that bore witness to their screams should be all green,” Kiernan says with an evil grin.

This part of him is all mine. Michael and Brian get the positive and happy Kiernan, but I get the darkness that lives in his stormy gray eyes. I live for when it comes out to play.

I know there’s a chaos creature inside of him that loves to stir the pot and see what happens.

Smirking, I nod. “I think that’s exactly what we need then,” I agree. “Let’s load up everything we need.”

Twenty minutes later, we’re paying and then loading up the truck with our supplies.

Me: Mission accomplished. He made his choices.

Michael: That was way faster than I expected. He can never make up his mind when I go with him.

We all have our strengths in this relationship, and part of mine is how well I understand Kiernan’s brain. He wants exactly what he wants, and it never goes well if he’s derailed in some way.

Therefore, I just give him whatever he wants, no matter what it is. I think his obsessive compulsive tendencies are his inner brat looking for validation.

I don’t mind, I’m always very well rewarded for my efforts.

Getting into the truck, I smirk at Kiernan as I turn over the engine. It’s an older car, but it’s good for us.

“The twins have a late lunch ready for us,” I tell him, closing the door behind me.

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