Page 16 of Trick or Treat: The Rebirth
I could see the wheels turning in his head, suspicion battling with want. But I wasn’t here for a long conversation, just a last goodbye.
"Let's just have fun tonight, Nick. Just you and me," I urged, my voice sultry, masking the firm resolve of my intent.
But with every second that passed, I could sense the tension weaving around us—the thrill of the hunt coursing through my veins like wildfire. Beneath that youthful bravado, he was a frightened rabbit, and it wouldn’t be long until he felt the grip of the predator's claws.
“Where would we go?” he asked, his confidence wavering slightly.
“I know a place,” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction, coaxing him into the depths of my plan. “A hidden gem, far away from all this noise and judgment. Just you and me. It’s the perfect little getaway.”
“What kind of place?” He swallowed, the naïveté of his expression bouncing between interest and hesitation, and I reveled in it.
“Just trust me,” I said, the thrill bubbling beneath my skin, pressing one last inch between us. “You won't regret it. Once we’re out there, it'll finally be just about us, and I promise to show you a night you’ll never forget.”
His skeptical expression softened again. A smile broke free. “Alright, I’m in. Lead the way.”
"I have to make a call and freshen up, so why don't you head out and I'll be right behind you?" I bat my lashes and lick my lips, using my sexuality as a weapon since it works so fucking well.
"I'll see you outside," he whispers, biting his bottom lip as he reluctantly walks away slowly, disappearing into the bar.
I wait a few minutes before walking in, going right for the table the guys are drinking at. I slide in the booth and finish off my drink, feeling the alcohol warm my insides and liven me up. I signal for another as a waiter walks by, and before I know it there's another drink in my hand.
Underneath the table, Kellin puts his hand on my upper thigh, giving it a flirtatious squeeze. The rest of them look at me, curiously awaiting the words about to come out of my mouth. I take a sip of my drink and bore my eyes into each guy, trying to gage where they're at with their mindset, and thankfully, they all seem to be okay.
"In about ten minutes, you guys are going to leave and then you're to meet me at Howard Street Cemetery. Go to the mausoleum in the back and keep yourselves hidden. Nows the time for your masks," I command with a stern tone so they remember that I'm the one in charge.
"And then what?" Jax asks, his young mind more curious than anyone else's.
"And then you'll know what to do and when to do it—trust me," I whisper, licking my lip and finishing off my drink.
I stand up, leaning over and crashing my lips onto Michael's, completely catching him and everyone else off guard. I need to play the part. I need to set the narrative and control the scene. So I kiss him, leaning over Kellin who still has his hand on my thigh, just the back this time. Both of them set me on fire, and knowing the others are watching just fuels the flames into a fucking inferno.
I want him. I want them. I want to fuck them—all of them, but work always comes first.
Flipping the blonde wig hair over my shoulder, I strut away alone, knowing there are cameras, wanting to make sure I'm nowhere near Nick when people start looking for him. As I left the bar, the night air felt like silk against my skin, stirring the mayhem brewing in my mind. My strides were confident, almost strutting, as I made my way to a discreet corner of the parking lot. I could hear the muffled beats of music behind me, pulsating with life, but I knew that couldn’t distract me. It felt like the calm before a storm, and I relished the sensation.
As I reached the back of the parking lot where darkness blended with the shadows, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. My heart thumped heavily against my ribcage, adrenaline thrumming through my veins as I recalled the scene I had orchestrated inside. I couldn't help but smile at how easy it had been to wrap Nick around my finger. I would use his naiveté to plunge into the depths of my vengeful desires, and tonight would be no exception.
He leans against the fence, a smoke tucked in the corner of his mouth. Slightly swaying, he walks to me the rest of the way, taking the initiative to hold my hand as we begin our walk down the street. We talk about ourselves the entire way, and I had no problem telling him the truth about me—some of it—because I knew he wouldn't have a chance to tell anyone about it. He'd be fucking dead soon, after all.
The cemetery loomed ahead, an intimidating silhouette against the moonlit sky. The whispers of the forgotten echoed around me, reminding me of the secrets buried beneath the stones—a tangible reminder of what I'd been through and whatbI was about to undertake. We walk through the familiar iron gates and I squeeze his hand tighter, laser focused on the four graves in the back and what they're about to witness.
Feeling some type of way, I suddenly drop Nick's hand and walk a few steps ahead of him, subtly scanning our surroundings. I slid my knife from its concealed hold in my bra and cradled it in my hand, feeling the cool metal comfort me like an old friend. Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the eerie mausoleum, my boots crunching against the gravel path as I approached the hidden entrance.
The sight of my crew waiting under the dim light of the moon sent shivers of excitement coursing through me. They were wearing their masks now—each one distinct, their personalities spilling out from behind the covetous fabric. Hunter's mask was skull-like, with intricate patterns that mimicked filigree, and he wore it like a crown. Jax had opted for one that grinned wickedly, the mockery of death itself.
"Just as I instructed," I said, my voice low but fierce, an assertion of authority they needed to remember.
Kell leaned against the back wall, arms crossed, his own mask a dark, polished visage that contrasted sharply against his fair skin.
“Patience, my beautiful monsters,” I whisper, reveling in their energy, their eagerness to dive into the abyss alongside me.
I moved quietly, as if I were entering the belly of the beast. The graves were cold and still, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth. I could feel the weight of history lying all around us, but my focus remained on the task ahead. The chaos we were about to unleash would serve as a reminder; it would send ripplesthrough the very fabric of our surroundings, and I was going to savor every fucking second of it.
With the guys out of sight, I stop in front of Saint and Blade's headstones, feeling Nick approach and wrap his arm around me as I do my best to hold in my tears. He didn't need to know this part of me—nobody did. As something dark and sinister washes over me, I find myself grabbing Nick and slamming his back against the giant stone the brothers share, anxious hands fumbling with his pants while my mouth claims his and my tongue wildly hypnotizes him.
"You sure you want to do this?" Nick asks, being the perfect gentleman, the exact kind of man I can't fucking stand.
"I've never been more sure," I pant, pulling his pants down and his dick out, stroking firmly but gently. No piercings. How odd.
