Chapter 26 #4
“Enjoy this while it lasts: once Jonas is gone, we’re straight-laced motherfuckers. You hear me? No murdering unless it’s in self-defense. No murdering. I’ll make the money, we’ll buy our way out of the mob, and live happily ever after.” I’m curious to see if they’ll argue with me.
“Oh no,” Bohnes laments, closing his eyes and putting his hand over his heart.
He has the black robe over his head like a hood, leaving him shamelessly naked all the way around.
With the way the blankets are, I can almost see his dick.
Probably hard. I’m definitely going to fuck him soon, but making him wait is exciting to me.
“You’re telling me I don’t have to drag a stinking corpse out to the middle of nowhere and dig in ice cold ground for hours at two o’clock in the morning?
And then come home to detail my car until the sun rises?
Never sleeping? Talking only to myself?” Bohnes opens his eyes to look at me again, putting his black-painted fingernails to his cheek.
I’m the one that painted them while he was sleeping. “Whatever shall I do?”
My lips curve as he smiles at me. Still a little unsightly, his smiles, but he’s improving. Alexei noticed it, too, and told me about it. I agree. Bohnes is learning what happiness means. And family. Friendship.
“Fuck. If only I were going to be kicked out of the halfway house on my birthday, booted to the streets on Christmas day. Sleeping in the Stingray in the cold. No family except the aunts that betrayed me.” Widow switches between coffee and guitar again. Thumbs it like it’s foreplay.
“If not for the competency in this room, I would be taking over the Borisov Group for the rest of my life. Slave to the family like my father was, fighting endlessly to escape. I can do blood and bodies. I don’t want to do blood and bodies.
” Alexei takes off his robe. And then he takes off his shirt.
Gloves stay on though. “No murdering? It was my Mama and Papa’s dream for me. ”
I feel like I’m getting shot through the heart, three bullets down, one to go.
“You mean I’m not living with my psychopathic dad and brother who are always trying to find out what I love so they can destroy it?
” Ash grins and puts his hand on my knee.
“It’s a shared dream, Scarlett, to walk away from a life where other people are trying to hurt you.
To be surrounded only by those who are trying to help.
If we have to murder someone to maintain that status quo, then I’ll do it.
Otherwise, you have my word. No more crime scenes that can’t be pinned on Jonas. ”
Ash stares down from defiant, thick-lashed eyes. His mouth is venomous though, like a snake. He has that Kelly blood in ‘im even if he doesn’t like to admit it.
“You guys act tame now, but I’ve seen it.
You all like the taste of blood.” I cross my legs at the ankle, ignoring the need between my legs.
It’s incessant, like I’m in heat or something.
I feel like I’m fully experiencing my sexuality for the first time.
Vibrant. Hungry. Creative, too. I really do want to chase Ash down.
“I’m just telling you how it’s gonna be, so you can enjoy these last few games. ”
“It’s not about the blood, it’s about the power to protect what’s yours,” Alexei says with a wild laugh, serial killer fingers in his pretty blond hair.
He sweeps it back, chin lifted. “Less of an addiction and more of a necessity. I will continue to shove needles into people who get too close. Otherwise, I agree.”
“No, Scarlett is right about me.” Bohnes shrugs both shoulders. “I am addicted to murder. Maybe if I just kill one or two pedophiles for my birthday each year? I’ll never get caught.” He’s grinning like the freak he is, and I love it. I lean over and kiss his cheek.
“You’re framing it all wrong. Bohnes, that’s not murder, that’s an act of love toward innocent children.
You’re so sweet.” I nuzzle against the side of his neck and he prickles up, slamming his mug on the side table.
I’m dragged into his lap, straddling his naked erection and desperately trying not to spill my own coffee.
“You’ll get hot coffee on your wounds, you stupid ass. ”
Ash rescues the cup from my hand, saving the day.
“It’s my honeymoon, and I want a nice, hard fuck as a good morning from my wife.” Bohnes nuzzles my face right back, and the hair on the back of my neck sticks up straight. I notice a candle on the side table, lit. It’s the dick candle from the warehouse. My lip twitches.
“People should stop making me kill them. It’s not like I seek that shit out.
” Widow is full-on playing a song now. I definitely do not expect him to start singing.
Ash is sitting there with two coffee cups, slack-jawed at the sound of Widow’s voice.
“I never wanted to fill a graveyard,” he sings in a voice that makes my bones want to dance.
It hits me in the skeleton, his silly improvised song. “I never asked to be a killer.”
Ash exhales, like the song is hitting him in some sort of way. He sets the mugs aside on the other side table before crawling over to where Bohnes and I are already half-fucking each other. There’s a lot of grinding. I’m conscious of everyone though. Very aware of the sharp edges of feelings.
“Allow me,” Ash whispers, sliding his fingers between my legs and tugging my panties aside for Bohnes. Getting handsy, slicking my moist hole with a daring fingertip. “I don’t care what I do, so long as I’m with you. If it’s killing people, so be it. If it’s honeymooning, then that’s even better.”
Ash is all over my neck, half-straddling Bohnes’ leg himself.
He doesn’t put any pressure on him though, distracting me by gliding his inked ring finger down my arm.
Ash takes hold of my hips and lowers me down on Bohnes’ cock with agonizing slowness and impressive control.
My pelvis fits with Kellin’s like a puzzle piece.
“Much obliged,” Bohnes growls through sharp teeth, tensing up when my fingers wrap around his neck.
His blue eyes tell me he’d rather submit to me than spend another minute where we’re not in the same room.
He would’ve hated being ‘just’ a Nightmare, living in the shadows and leaving this domestic shit to me and the other boys. No, he likes it here.
“Hold still or you’re handcuffed. We shouldn’t be having sex at all.
Normal people would not be fucking with life-threatening wounds.
” I exhale sharply as Ash lifts me back up, using my body like a sex toy on a ticked-off Bohnes.
It’s so hot, how angry he is right now. “You hate having another man do the work for you? Then don’t get shot next time.
” I squeeze his neck a little tighter and he groans, tongue sharp against his lower lip.
“Harder, Mrs. Bohnes. Choke the disobedience out of me.” Bohnes allows me to pin him to the headboard, but it’s not a true surrender. He doesn’t have it in him.
“Settle down,” I whisper as I realize how quiet it’s gotten in here.
Widow isn’t playing the guitar anymore. He can hear me use his own words against Bohnes.
“I’m the Daddy now, Kellin. You’re going to recuperate for the next thirty-six hours and then you’re going to stalk me while I drive your killdozer around. That’s how it’s going to be.”
“Is it?” he asks me, panting and putting enough pressure on my hand that I’m forced to push my body weight against it.
Kellin is absolutely pinned to the headboard, blue eyes half-lidded.
“I’m down for whatever games, but don’t leave me like that again.
Don’t ever leave the room without trying to wake me up first.”
He closes his eyes the rest of the way in a final, daring surrender.
Widow is trying to repair the hole in the bedroom wall, and he’s totally fucking it up.
“Dude, have you never patched a hole before?” I laugh as I pause beside him, hand on my hip.
Bohnes is asleep, knocked out by another cocktail of drugs.
He’s physically incapable of relaxing without them.
I’m the person that chose to administer them.
“My mom used to punch holes in the wall all the time, then she’d make me patch ‘em.”
“Yeah?” Widow asks dryly, giving me a look. “Well, my dad never taught me how to patch a hole. He punched ‘em. Just, we never filled ‘em in because we didn’t live in one place long enough for it to matter.”
“Ah, the standard Prescott boy backstory,” I tease, reaching out my hands for the tools. “Well, your dad might not have taught you, but my mom didn’t either. Grandma’s the one that taught me. Hand it over.”
Widow reaches into his pocket and draws out his phone.
“That’s what this is for. I’ll figure it out. I punched the hole. I’ll close it up.” He looks up a video on his phone, but his eyes swing right over to mine when he sees that I’m still standing there, staring at him. “Not enough sex for you? We could go all day, nonstop, couldn’t we?”
“Could, but we should probably get to know each other.” I look Widow over, wondering what an everyday, peaceful Widow is going to be like.
I’m more acquainted with the wild street dog side of him.
High stakes, high adrenaline. “I’m excited to find out that you can sing. Have you written me a song yet?”
“Written you a song?” he asks, in such a way that makes me think he’s already done it.
“I read all of those fucking romance books. I know everything. I know how to do everything.” He starts following the instructions from the video, and I see that it’s a similar method to what I would’ve suggested.
“Of course I wrote you a song. Can’t play it for you because I don’t want to be disrespectful to Bohnes.
Once he’s up and about, then I’ll share it with you. ”