Page 23 of The Fallen Ones

“Is there really any need for that many cars?” Caleb wrinkled his eyebrows and pushed his mouth to one side in disgust.

“Rich pricks like us like our cars,” I replied with a chuckle and shut off the engine.

Leaving my car sitting in it’s old spot sent a wave of nostalgia through my body. I didn’t want to think about the times I’d spent here with Damien.

Caleb and I made our way to the front door. I pressed the button on the door camera and swallowed hard. I used to havea key to this place so waiting around for Damien to answer felt odd and uncomfortable. I remember the day I threw my key into the big lake at the back of the house and smugly walked away knowing it’d take them forever to fish it out, if they even bothered. This place was so full of memories.

“Come in,” Damien’s voice called through the speaker.

I pushed the heavy white metal frame and went inside, Caleb only a step behind.

As we reached the living room, we were greeted by Damien, “Welcome home, brother.” He addressed me. “Caleb.” He turned and grinned, looking Caleb up and down.

“I’m not your brother, Damien. We’re here for one reason only,” I growled and tried to restrain myself. The frustration of an all too familiar environment and the toxicity that had become our relationship was never too far from my mind.

“Want a hit?” Damien pushed a joint in front of my face.

“No,” I replied shoving his hand away.

“That’s not like you, Adams. You were never one to turn down getting high. Gone soft?” He taunted. Damien knew how to get under my skin. He gestured for us to sit on the massive leather wraparound couch.

I ignored his jab.

“I’ve spoken to Dylan and he’s assured me we’ll have the Rapture room for the night. Here are your tokens. You’ll need to hand them to the security at the doors. Don’t fucking lose them because I sure as shit won’t be getting you two another. I’ve stuck to my side of the deal,” I said and handed them a token each before taking my seat. Caleb sank onto the cushion next to mine while Damien took a spot on the L of the couch.

“Are these our passes?” Caleb asked innocently, his Adam’s Apple bobbing.

“Yes, dumbass,” Damien responded and took another hit from his joint before blowing out the smoke so it circled his head like a storm cloud.

“And the key? How does that work?” Caleb pressed.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll let Dylan know when we arrive and he’ll hand me our key,” I said.

“Why you? I want the key. I need to make sure you two don’t try to fuck me over,” Damien bit out, his eyes narrowed.

“No one is going to do that. We’ve agreed. I know what you’re capable of, Damien. You forget we were best friends for years. You’ll just have to trust me,” I replied and bit my tongue before I told him to go fuck himself.

“We can all meet up and go in together,” Caleb suggested.

“Fine. We need to have matching costumes.” I continued to eye Damien.

“Why the fuck would we need to match?” Damien questioned. Always my opposition even in a plan that involved him getting something he’d clearly dreamed of for years.

“Dylan needs to know what we’ll be wearing, so he knows who to hand the Rapture room key to. Plus, if we all dress the same it’ll be more fun.”

“I can get us a bunch of plain black masks. They’ll cover three quarters of our faces” Caleb chipped in instantly.

“Leaving our mouths exposed so we can kiss, lick, and eat Lily. Just thinking about it makes my cock hard.” Damien grabbed his junk over his pants and threw his head back in amusement.

“It’s not a fucking game,” I spat, then turned to Caleb, “they sound great man, as long as Lily won’t recognize them. Speaking of which, we need you to confirm her outfit for us. Find out what she’s dressing as, and try to get a photo so I can show Dylan once we’re inside. Oh, and here’s two more tokens. One for Lily, and one for Olivia.”

“Lily said Olivia was sorting her pass to Satan’s Hollow,” Caleb replied.

“I’d heard Olivia talking in the campus parking lot about how she was struggling to acquire them, so I made her job easier.” I grinned at the idea of the plan finally coming together.

“Where do I sayIgot them from?” Caleb frowned down at the tokens I’d dropped into his hand.

“Sure you can think of something. Besides, Lily trusts you. I doubt she’ll even question it. Just say you have a gift for her and hand them to her. Don’t give her a chance to ask questions, or you could always hand them off to Olivia for the two of them.” My dark side sure as hell knew how to play this. Perhaps, having Caleb involved made the plan a hell of a lot easier to execute.

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