Drifter
You know how much I hate Halloween, right?” Monster asked.
“I do, but hear me out. I’m not asking you to go trick-or-treating or anything like that.
I think that this is a way that we can lure Blitz back into our lives.
It’s been almost a week since her fucking ex tried to take her from us.
We’ve both slept with her, so why not give her what she really wants?
You and I both know how stubborn she is, and she won’t keep on seeing us individually.
Hell, that was a fluke. She was scared of her stalker ex and ended up in both of our beds.
Why not make this thing between the three of us permanent? ”
Watching Blitz save Josie from her ex-stalker did crazy things to his heart.
He wanted to pull her into his body and never let her go.
He wanted to tell her how much he loved her and that he was willing to share her with Monster, but he did none of that.
All he could do for her was be there while the cops questioned her, and then she shut herself away in her room and didn’t come out unless she needed to use the bathroom or eat.
She had shut them all out—even Josie, and that hurt like a son of a bitch.
“Have you changed your mind about us sharing her then?” Monster asked.
“I have,” he admitted. “How do you feel about it?” he asked. Monster didn’t even hesitate.
“I want her too, and if that’s the only way we’re going to get her stubborn ass to agree to be with us, then I’m in,” Monster admitted.
“You think that we can make this thing work with the three of us?” Drifter asked.
That question had kept him up at night. He didn’t want to fuck things up with Blitz or ruin his friendship with Monster.
He was the closest thing that Drifter ever had to a brother and losing him would hurt just as much as having to let Blitz go.
Monster shrugged, “We kind of have been making it work with the three of us, man,” he said.
“I mean, you and I have been protecting her, and neither of us seems to be able to keep our hands to ourselves when she’s around.
” He was right. The past week of not being able to touch Blitz nearly did him in.
“So, what’s this plan you have to get her between us? ” Monster asked.
“Oh, it’s a good one and guaranteed to work. The woman honestly loves Halloween. You should see what she and Josie did to decorate my house. I have more skeletons hanging around there than you have in your closet, or I have down at the funeral home,” Drifter said, laughing at his own joke.
“Yeah, yeah, you are very funny. Now, how about sharing the actual plan with me?” Monster grumbled.
“Well, the clubhouse is already buzzing with talk about Halloween. I mean, you see what the guys did out there, right? Strings of orange lights coiled around the bar and carved pumpkins lined up on the pool table—it’s almost embarrassing,” Drifter said.
“Yeah, you’re just jealous because you can’t decorate for Halloween at your funeral home. I mean, what would you do, put a skeleton sitting next to a casket with an actual skeleton in it?” Monster asked.
“Shut up,” Drifter said. “I wasn’t thinking about party favors and Halloween decorations, actually, just proving a point of how excited everyone seems—even Blitz.” He leaned back in his chair, boots propped on the table, cigarette burning low between his fingers as he watched Monster pace the room.
“You know that’s a nasty habit, right?” Monster asked. “You’re going to end up killing yourself smoking those fucking things and then, I’ll have Blitz all to myself.”
Drifter shot him a look and put the cigarette out.
“Happy?” he drawled. “Back to the plan. You call to ask her to meet you down here before the party. Tell her that you’re having a decorating emergency and need her help.
She won’t be able to say no to that. I’ll text her and ask her to run me something down from the house.
She’s been cooped up there for way too long now.
It’s time for her to get back to living again, and this Halloween party will be just the thing that helps her do that,” Drifter said.
“You sure about this?” Monster asked. “I mean, what if she tells us both no? What if she doesn’t want to leave the house, even for a Halloween party?”
“I’ve thought about that too,” Drifter admitted. “We’ll just go over to my place then and show her how good the three of us can be together.” God, he was hard just thinking about taking her again, and Halloween wasn’t for another twenty-four hours.
Monster stopped, his massive frame tense, but his grin wicked. “Hell yeah, I’m in for making her ours. Blitz has been hiding away from us ever since the thing with Reid happened. It’s time that we stop letting her hide from us, man.” Monster arched a brow. “So, skeletons.”
“Think about it.” Drifter leaned forward, voice low and gravelly, the way it got when he was more wolf than man.
“Halloween’s the perfect undercover scheme for what we have planned.
Masks, costumes, shadows. We show up as reapers—suits of bone painted black and white.
She won’t know it’s us at first. We lure her in, corner her at the party.
By the time she figures it out, she’ll already be ours. ”
Monster smirked, “You’re talking about hunting her down. Showing her she can’t run from what’s meant to be anymore, right?”
“Damn right.” Drifter’s eyes burned like embers.
“She’s been fighting it, fighting us since what happened with Reid.
But she wants us still—both of us. I think that she’s embarrassed about her ex stalking her, and she feels as though she’s been a burden or some stupid shit like that.
You see it every time she looks at us—she still wants us both. She wants to be claimed.”
Silence stretched, broken only by the low thrum of rock music playing from the jukebox.
Monster finally nodded, lips twisting into a slow, dangerous grin.
“All right. Skeleton kings, it is. We show up, drag her into the dark, and make her choose—both of us, or not at all.” Drifter laughed at the irony of that statement.
She had made them an ultimatum not too long ago for the same thing.
They wanted her but weren’t willing to share her.
Now, they knew that not sharing her would end up with both of them losing her, and that wasn’t an option for either of them.
Monster’s heavy hand landed on his shoulder, solid, brotherly, sealing the pact. “Both of us. Always.”
Drifter’s mind flickered with the image—Blitz standing in the middle of the MC’s Halloween chaos, her eyes flashing as two towering skeletons stalked her from the shadows. The lure, the reveal, and then the moment she realized it wasn’t a trick at all.
It was the truth.
And once they had her, there’d be no going back.