Page 48 of Seduction

That letter rattled the fuck out of our girl yesterday, and I can’t say I blame her.

This sick fuck is starting to play games with her. He wants to break her before he even gets his hands on her, but that will never fucking happen.

We won’t let it.

Right now, though, while she’s at school the rest of us are preparing to make this house the North fucking Pole in order to cheer her up.

I walk out of the house carrying loads of Christmas decorations that Ollie five finger discounted from people’s front yards, and I have to say I’m impressed as hell. Greed always takes care of his loved ones by any means necessary.

Creed is currently working on the roof, stringing up lights and singing his own fucked-up version of jingle bells.

“Dashing down the halls, with a mouth filled up with dong,

I bet she paid just to get laid by the asshole following along,

Ohhhhhhh,

She’s a hoe,

She’s a hoe,

She’s got dick on the brain. She trips and kneels down on her heels just to get Peter’s wang.”

Creed sings merrily along using a staple gun and waving his finger about like he’s conducting an orchestra.

“Your mental health worries me at times, brother,” I call up to him.

“Pfft, please. I’ve been out here raw dogging my mental illness with Ollie’s sweet ass, and the screams of the fuckers I’ve bled out. Really helps put me to sleep at night.” Creed smirks down at me, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Come down and help me get the rest of this shit Ollie brought home for this. I have five more bins full of lights along with the decorations,” I say, before heading back inside.

The fire is roaring and eases the bite of winter outside.

Hope is laying on the couch warming her little mittens and I take a minute to remove my gloves and pet her.

“Alright, we have about three hours left before classes are out and Lukas and Barren bring Haliee home. How are you and jingle dick coming along out there?” Torren asks, walking into the living room.

“That’s Mr. Jingle Dick to your bare basic cock. And I’m almost done with the roof so we can haul Santa’s fat ass up there. I may end up having the reindeer hump each other in a long train though. It will put a smile on my Doll’s face,” Creed comments, walking through the door.

“Whatever. I’m going to grab Corden so we can start on the yard,” Torren says, heading upstairs to grab Cord.

“Doll is going to love this shit so much, brother.” Creed is all smiles as he removes his gloves to warm himself.

He may be psychotic, but he’s not an idiot. Frostbite is a real bitch.

Hope hops down from the couch and spotting something under it, starts swatting at it.

“I hope she loves it. That letter was completely fucked up. I need us to catch a break on Brent’s whereabouts, even if I have to start hunting in the city. I’m great at watching and spying but this is proving to be difficult,” I say, voicing some of my frustrations.

“I already said I’d carve a path of bodies to find Brent, but Torren just called it overkill. Kind of the point, but I think he was talking dramatics and not bodies which is where the disconnect happened,” Creed pops back, causing me to just stare at him.

That’s when Cord comes down the stairs and into the living room, a second before everything goes to complete shit.

Hope swats at the object under the couch which turns out to be a stray tampon from Creed’s ‘hunt’, and it gets too close to the fireplace.

We all jump for her at once, trying to stop her from getting that close to the fire, but it’s too late. She lets out a heinous yelp that echoes around the room, accompanied by the smell of burning fur.

"Fuck!" I hiss, reaching for her at the same time Creed grabs her. He rushes off to the bathroom and drops her in the toilet, then slams the lid and flushes.

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