Page 32 of Game of Revenge

My lips curl cruelly as I walk through the field. The holes I dug earlier did their job well, and they’re still screaming from the pointed wooden spikes. No one has bothered to put them out of their misery yet.

I don’t plan to either, there’s something soothing about it that I don’t want to look too deeply into.

They stole Brian away from me. Death is the mercy tonight, the final send off for what they did. Every one of them is responsible for his death, which is why they were invited tonight.

Greedy fucks didn’t know how to walk away from that kind of prize money, which is what we were hoping for.

“The screams are kind of pretty, aren’t they?” Blakely asks, hugging me.

“I was just thinking that,” I admit. “I should have known you’d get it. I was worried it was weird.”

“Nah,” she says. “It's like a pat on the back for a job well done. The screams are just verbal confirmation that you and Frankie dig damn good murder holes.”

Snorting, I can’t help but laugh at her. “I wish I could put ‘murder jokes’ and ‘hunts’ on a job resume,” I tease her.

“God, that would be the dream,” she sighs happily.

“You good, baby?” Meyers asks, pushing up his mask. “Did you have fun?”

“I am!” she squeals. “Are you up for fucking me in the woods while we wrap this up? The screams are really getting me in the mood. At some point, they’re just going to die and take away the perfect sexy time music.”

Meyers grins slowly at her as I chuckle. I have a feeling more noises will be echoing through these woods than just the screams of the dying.

“With or without the masks?” he growls.

Handing me her knife, she winks at me.

“With, always,” she says. “Catch me!”

“Blakely!” he yells.

“Run that way,” I instruct her. She deserves orgasms. “There’s nothing you can hurt yourself on and the mask will light up your way.”

Getting on her toes, she kisses my cheek before fixing her mask and lighting it up. Taking off, I notice Meyers glare at me before taking off after her. She’s been a very good girl, and even though it’s dark, she’ll be safe.

A little bit later, new screams fill the woods, and I grin wildly. Get it girl.

“Murder and sex always go hand in hand for Blakely,” Chuck sighs, wistfully.

“I know you’re really protective, but she needed a mini run sexcapade,” I tell him. “Want to help me kill any of the stragglers?”

“Guns or knives?” he asks, showing that he has both.

“I like to see their heads explode,” I tell him with a dark chuckle.

“Fuck yeah,” he growls. We prowl through the woods picking off anyone not in a pit who may just be holding on.

Blakely’s moans are barely muffled by the loud sounds of the gunshots, and Chuck adjusts his erection with a grunt.

“Little brat,” he mutters. They’re dynamic makes me laugh, because she’s getting them all back for how overprotective they’ve been.

As we’re finishing up, Blakely comes back with a smug smile, her hair a mess to exhibit the really good sex.

“Orgasms always are the best attitude adjustment,” Frankie teases her. “Can we kill the people in the pits yet?”

“Yeah,” she says with a grin. “I’ll come with you to watch.”

Smirking, I see Michael leaning against the tree watching us before he turns and walks away. I’m still not sure how to handle what he said to me. It’s like Brian never existed in his mind or something.

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