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Leaning her head deeper into the crevice between my face and neck, she sighs. “When? Before or now?”

“All of it. Tell me how daddy did?” I press her, now snaking my hands to hers, our fingers intertwined.

“I don’t know where to start. It’s perfect,” she exclaims, for once in her life actually sounding like she’s telling the truth.

A satisfied grin crosses my lips. “That’s what I like to hear. I mean what can I say?” I breathe before shifting positions, twisting her so that she is still pressed against the window, but now facing me. “I know how mywifelikes it.”

Fuck, do I love the way that sounds.Mywife. My fucking sexy as hell, bat shit crazy, beautiful, stabbywife.

“I’m not your wife…yet,” she teasingly points out.

“Semantics.” I shrug. “You’ve been mine since that night you tricked me here and you’ve been mine every day since. The last name is just a formality.”

“Yeah, yeah, Boogeyman. I know, a promise is a promise,” she playfully sighs. “Speaking of which, what time is everyone getting here?”

“Don’t worry, we still have time before the guests arrive,” I say, glancing quickly at my watch. “Now come with me, there’s something I want to show you.”

Weaving her hand in mine, I lead the way to the door of our new home.

“Oh, I like this,” she points her free hand to the “Welcome to Our Nightmare” sign on the door that’s nestled in the center of a black pampas grass wreath.

“I thought you would,” I beam with pride as I reach for the key to the front door in my pocket. Skeleton key in hand, I tease the long, jagged edge of the key near the face I carved earlier on her thigh tattoo.

Her hand swats the key away, as she clicks her tongue. “Don’t even think about touching me with that key,” she snaps.

“Oh please. What are we, animals?” I joke.

She bobs her head, stifling a chuckle as her long black hair ripples with each shake of her head. “I never know with you. I didn’t think the whole carving my leg in the cemetery was on the itinerary for tonight so, who knows, maybe you’d want to fuck me with the key too,” she laughs.

“Ha, funny you should say that. I spoke to Alex earlier on the phone, he said Carmine finally got that girl he’s been pining over to come to the city.”

“And?” Blair juts her head forward, motioning her hand for me to continue.

I finish unlocking the door, its hinges squealing as it opens. “He fucked her with a key, similar to this one,” I say, lifting the skeleton key for emphasis.

Blair looks at me in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Carmine is fucking nuts. Even with what he’s packing he decides to fuck the girl of his dreams with a key? Ha, and I thought I got stuck with the screwy friend of the bunch,” she teases, her hand brushing a playful smack at my arm.

Cupping her face in my hand, my thumb swipes at her bottom lip. “Don’t think you’re quite off the hook. You still have the craziest one of the group. I just so happen to be your kind of crazy. Now, if you don’t mind, I don't want to hear my wife talk about any other man’s dick please. Friend or not.”

I stepaside, motioning for her to walk into the cabin.

“You aren’t going to get tired of calling me that are you? Your wife?”

“Nope. Never.”

I’ve waited so long for this moment, ever since the night in the woods when she swore to me that she’d always be mine.

CHAPTER 25

15 years ago

October 30th

Using the overgrown grass as a shield, I lay still with my torso flattened against the uneven grounds of the mill. This way I’ll have a front row seat to my AIM friend being carried away by the police.

Luckily, the officer that picked up when I called in my anonymous tip seemed to buy the whole damsel in distress spiel, so they didn’t ask too many questions about what the man looked like. I just said he’s tall and masked. If he’s actually either of those things, I’ll be lucky. But that’s just the vibe I got from our chats. The more I think about it, I’m really going to miss him once he’s behind bars, but it’s the price that needs to be paid for my freedom. Such is life.

Reaching for my phone, I quickly illuminate the screen to check the time. It’s almost midnight, he should be here any minute now. I grit my teeth, growing impatient with the lack of cop cars swarming the area. Though truthfully, I’m even more annoyed with the fact that he isn’t here yet. For all he knows, he was meeting me here to fuck like we’ve been hinting at wanting to do pretty much since we started talking on Instant Messenger.

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