Epilogue
Piper
Two Months Later
Blade’s childhood home is lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. Fitting since it’s Christmas Eve. There are lights strung along every single inch of the house, and it makes my heart hurt for the childhood that was ruined for Blade.
My car is turned off, and it’s fucking freezing. Blade and I have been sitting here doing fuck all for the last two hours waiting on the “dinner party” to get the hell out. I use the term lightly because in all honesty, it’s just a bunch of deadbeats seeing who can guzzle down the most alcohol. These assholes have no respect for a fucking schedule, apparently. The stupid post said eight to ten. It’s nearing midnight already, and I’ll be damned if these clowns ruin my gift to Blade. It’s our first Christmas reunited, and I will not let it be fucked up.
I groan in frustration as another ten minutes pass. Blade grazes my thigh softly, his nails scratching at the thin tights covering my legs. My red Santa dress is pushed up ever so slightly when Blade starts teasing me.
My breath hitches when Blade trails his hand under my dress. I grip his wrist as he trails his finger over my clothed pussy. He swirls his finger slowly, teasing me.
“You’re distracting me,” I hum, dropping my head to rest against the seat and letting my eyes close.
“Is it working?” he mumbles, kissing my shoulder. I hum in approval. Tilting my head to the side, I allow Blade to drag his teeth over the skin of my neck. He sucks my skin into his mouth gently, and I already know there will be a bruise forming tomorrow. Another to add to the collection that are already littering my thighs. Blade has a terrible habit of making sure that I remember that I’m his to mark up. Not that I’d ever tell him to stop. He would if I asked, but it’s becoming my favorite part of looking in the mirror each morning.
It’s almost a game now. Blade keeps track of how many bites and bruises he marks into my skin, and I spent the next time telling him which one I enjoyed receiving the most. His teeth imprinted on my ass have remained my favorite since the night he did it .
I force my eyes open and glance at the door. I sit up abruptly. Blade pouts as he stares at me, but I’m too busy focusing on the door. More specifically, the six people walking out of it.
“Fucking finally,” I groan. Blade and I watch as they all laugh and stumble down the driveway. Drunken idiots on their way to fuck up someone’s life. I roll my eyes as they all climb into their cars and leave. The street is completely silent.
I unlock my door, slipping out of the car with Blade following my lead. I straighten my dress, trying to ignore the arousal building inside me. I will not let my desire for Blade fuck this up. This is about him.
I check the street before crossing. My body shakes with excitement as I dash across the yard. I can hear Blade mumble something behind me, but I keep going. When we reach the back of the house, Blade finally tugs on my arm to stop me.
“Damn, Piper, give me a minute,” Blade grumbles, panting. I scoff.
“Oh, come on. If you’re out of breath from jogging across the street, then how do you ever expect–”
Blade wraps his hand around my mouth, effectively shutting me up as he pulls me flush against him. Something firm rests against my ass. Oh.
“I’m out of breath because I’m chasing you around, and it’s making my dick hard. Well, harde r . Jesus, Piper, those fucking tights and that goddamn dress…,” Blade grunts, nearly rutting into me.
“Focus,” I whine, stomping my foot lightly.
“Give me a second, Piper. I’m really trying here. What if I just rip ‘em a little bit? I could pull your dress up right here, right now, and just slip inside…” Blade murmurs, trailing off as his hands roam my body. He drops his head to rest on my shoulder, and I roll my eyes while crossing my arms. I give him a slight huff and a minute to adjust . He releases a deep sigh that ruffles my hair and sends a shiver down my spine.
“Okay. Go time, baby,” Blade nods and releases my hips. I creep up the back porch steps quickly, avoiding the broken stair Blade told me about. Blade follows close behind. When we reach the top, I step aside so Blade can maneuver the window open. It creaks slightly, but Blade doesn’t stop.
He peeks his head inside, checking that it’s clear, before turning to me and tilting his head for me to climb through. Blade holds his hand out for me, and I accept it graciously. I curtsy for him, and he snorts. I grin before slipping into his childhood home.
It’s dark in the laundry room. All the lights have been turned off in the span of five minutes, and it’s eerily quiet. I squint in the darkness, waiting for Blade to follow behind me. When he finally slips into the room, I shiver. Through the moonlight peeking in from the window, I can see the black fabric covering Blade’s face .
It’s the first time in two months that I’ve seen him with his mask on, and it takes every ounce of self-control to not jump his bones right here. I clench my thighs together at the memory of that night and take a deep breath.
Blade nudges me along, and I almost smack his hand off me. I huff before stepping out of the room and making my way down the hall with Blade following behind me. Light floods into the hallway as I reach the end of it, approaching the living room.
In the center of the room, there’s a single recliner situated between two round end tables. A small box television sits on a slanted table that looks like it’s about to break. It’s the setup of a psychopath honestly. I’m half expecting Blade’s father to spin around with a Siamese cat sitting in his lap. What kind of villain shit is this? I glance at Blade, who shrugs, and walk up behind the chair.
As I approach, I can see the top of Jefferey’s balding head. He looks worse for wear the closer I get. There are empty beer cans scattered around the room, and it smells fucking rancid. Body odor and stale beer? Pathetic and disgusting. I lean down until my mouth is level with the man’s ear.
“I hate to break it to you, Jeff, but you’re on Santa’s shit list,” I hiss in his ear. The man jerks around in a drunken stupor, stumbling as he stands with his hands flailing. I step back with a disinterested look on my face. Blade flicks the light on making the man squint. He’s just out of view, as planned. The man takes in my appearance and scoffs. I frown. I worked hard on these pigtails, asshole.
“Get the hell out of my house, bitch. Nothing here worth stealing anyway,” Jefferey grumbles, picking up the sweaty beer can leaking on the table. He takes a long gulp, and I watch him. I don’t take my eyes off him as he crushes the beer can in his hand. He makes the mistake of throwing it at me, not that he’s sober enough to hit me. Still, it sets Blade off, and I sigh in annoyance when Jefferey screams out in shock.
One minute, he’s enjoying the buzz from his alcohol and the next he’s pinned under his youngest son. Poor bastard never saw it coming. Jefferey’s head smacks against the ground from the force of Blade’s hit. I cringe as blood trickles down the side of Jefferey’s forehead. Not part of the plan, but I’ll allow it.
“How many times am I gonna have to tell you fucking assholes to be nice to my girl? You fuckers are getting too comfortable with disrespecting women–my woman– and honestly, I’m fucking pissed,” Blade ridicules in anger, saliva smacking his father’s face. Jefferey flinches in disgust, though he can’t move too far. Blade is a brick wall compared to his father, and his sobriety gives him the upper hand anyway.
Giddiness builds inside me, and I know what’s about to come. Blade stands up, pulling his father up with him, and I clap my hands together. Blade shoves Jefferey back into the recliner, sending the chair into a rocking frenzy. Jefferey tries to stand but Blade rests his hands on the chair arms, effectively caging his father in like a zoo animal.
I offer a sly smile as I slip my own knife from my thigh holster. It’s a nearly identical twin to Blade’s. Serrated razor with a matte black hilt. Blade took it upon himself to carve an angel wing into the hilt of mine, so it only felt right to carve a heart into his.
I return to my spot behind the recliner, dragging my knife down Blade’s father’s neck slowly. He tenses under the touch, and it sends a wave of satisfaction running through me.
“I’ve learned a lot about you in the last two months, Jeff. For starters, you’re a major dick,” I taunt, sighing sadly. Jefferey jerks around, causing my knife to dig into his skin. A single dot of blood starts to pebble on his skin, but it dries just as quickly.
“Fuck you,” he sneers, and Blade slaps him. The sound reverberates through the room, muffling the sound of the television momentarily.
“That’s Blade’s job,” I say jokingly. Blade lets out a huff in satisfaction as he pulls his mask off, but his father glares at him.
“Another thing that I’ve learned, Mr. Everett, is that you are a sick fuck. Abusing your own child the way you did? Hm, makes me fucking sick,” I say. Jefferey jerks his head around, shaking in anger .
“I never abused anybody. Just taught him his place,” the man sneers. I clench my teeth, letting my knife dig a little deeper into his skin.
“Really? Well, I’d say we could ask Owen, but... Well, you know how that one ended,” I laugh darkly. Jeff looks disgusted when I shrug at the thought of Owen.
“ You killed my son?” Jefferey asks quietly. He’s glaring at me, and I smile while shaking my head. His face relaxes momentarily before tensing again.
“Try again,” I tease. Blade forces his father to look at him. I watch as he smirks.
“ I killed your son,” Blade whispers. Jefferey shakes his head in disbelief.
“Son, how could you–”
“I am not your fucking son ,” Blade hisses. Jefferey’s face hardens because his concern had only been an act. He doesn’t care about Blade, and it’s painfully obvious that he couldn’t even pretend to care.
“Don’t be so fucking dramatic, Blade,” Jeff scolds. I groan, waving my knife around.
“Can you not even pretend like you’re aware that you’re a shitty person? Or do you genuinely not realize it? Because, honestly, just by looking at you, it’s pretty easy to tell that you get your pleasure from hurting people,” I say loosely. Without giving Jefferey time to answer, I shove the tip of my knife into his shoulder. It settles into flesh and sinew, and I giggle. I push it even further, reaching bone, and causing him to cry out again.
“Which is so funny because, as it turns out, Blade also gets pleasure from hurting people. Except he’s hurting people that have hurt us. You’re number two on the list, so we haven’t had as much practice. I’d apologize for not being gentle, but… I really don’t give a shit,” I smile. My eyes lock with Blade’s, and there’s a hunger in them that I know all too well. He’s hungry for revenge. He’s hungry for freedom. But most of all, he’s hungry for me .
“Most people dread the day their parents die, but I have been dreaming about this for so fucking long, Jeff,” Blade says, leaning back. His arms cross over his chest.
“But I’m not gonna kill you,” Blade sighs. I pull my blade from Jefferey’s shoulder, watching as he leans forward in relief.
“You’re not?” he asks, panting. Sweat is forming on his bloody forehead. Blade crouched down in front of his father, dropping his head with a sad sigh.
“No, I’m not gonna kill you,” he hums softly. He lifts his head, and I immediately recognize the playful glint in his eye. I know the look because Blade gives it to me every time he plays with me.
“But… I’m gonna enjoy every second of watching you die,” he nods gently, glancing over his father’s shoulder to look at me. Blade gives me a quick grin, and Jefferey starts stuttering .
“What are you–” Jefferey starts to question. He doesn’t get to finish before he’s choking on his own blood. It’s my blade that slices through his carotid. His hands rush up to cover the gash lining his throat, but it’s too late. There is no saving him because I’ve been waiting for this day for months. I have dreamt of the day that I would get to rid Blade of his pain, and there’s no way I’d fuck it up.
I step around the recliner to stand beside Blade. He’s still crouching in front of his dying father, and I place my hand on his shoulder. He rises to his feet instantly and pulls me to stand in front of him. Blade wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin against my shoulder momentarily.
Blade’s eyes are still locked on his bleeding father as he kisses my neck. Only when Jefferey takes his last breath does Blade finally look away.
“Let me show you how thankful I am,” Blade murmurs against my skin. I can feel his cock hardening against my ass. I moan, leaning further into Blade’s touch. He has one hand resting firmly against my neck while the other is slipping down the front of my red dress.
I place my hand over his to stop him from going any further. This might be the only time I’ve ever stopped him.
“This is supposed to be your gift, Blade,” I object when he nips at my neck. His hand flexes under mine, and he groans .
“Piper, please,” Blade nearly begs me. I inhale sharply and tighten my grip on his hand. I shake my head lightly.
“Not here,” I say softly. I’ve already let him fuck me in front of one dead relative. There’s no need for another. Blade grumbles against my neck, and I laugh at him.
“Besides, you haven’t even seen the best part,” I tell him, wiggling my eyebrows. Blade looks at me with confusion etched into his face.
“I just watched my sexy ass girlfriend slit the throat of one of the men who used to beat the shit out of me just for the hell of it. Piper, with how hard I am right now, you cannot convince me that that wasn’t the best part,” Blade says, his hands resting on my hips still.
“Just trust me. You go handle that –” I tell him, gesturing to the bulge in his pants.
“The only person handling this is you,” Blade interrupts. I roll my eyes, huffing.
“Jesus, Blade. You’re so crude,” I scoff playfully. He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
“We have company coming over to help me with your gift, and you cannot be present,” I tell him, lightly shoving Blade down the hall and away from the crime scene.
“Who the hell is coming here?” Blade asks, solidifying his stance as he looks at me skeptically .
“Just Kurt. Need a man to do some heavy lifting,” I wave him off, trying to usher him into the spare bedroom at the far end of the hall.
“I’m literally your strong boyfriend. Why are you allowing another man to do your heavy lifting?” Blade glares at me. I swat at his chest in irritation.
“Baby, please,” I pout, giving Blade the puppy dog eyes. He stares at me for a second, and I can see his resolve wavering. He throws his head back, groaning, before walking himself into the bedroom. I can see the scowl on his face as I blow him a kiss and shut the door.
A quick knock echoes from the back door. I let Kurt in, and we get to work.
~~~~~
Twenty minutes later, I’m walking a blindfolded Blade down the hall.
“You do realize this isn’t helping, right?” Blade grumbles, gripping my hand as I guide him back to the living room.
“Are you aware that you’re not the only horny one here?” I puff out. Blade may think I enjoy denying him, but I’m just as frustrated as he is.
“ You’re the one who made me stop earlier,” Blade mumbles under his breath.
“I thought I was supposed to be the bratty one,” I scoff, getting annoyed with Blade’s complaining. He’ll ruin my gift if he doesn’t chill out. Blade huffs before going quiet.
“Okay, take the blindfold off,” I say, feeling giddy again when I see my masterpiece. Blade slips the blindfold off his eyes and stares at my gift.
“You’re a sick fucking freak. You know that?” Blade muses, as his lips curl into an almost sinister smile.
“Thank you. I try,” I say poshly, pulling the hem of my dress up slightly as I give Blade a playful curtsy.
The Christmas tree in the corner of the living room is lit up with multicolored lights. Mismatched plastic ornaments hang sporadically around the tree, and silver tinsel is wrapped tightly around the greenery. Also wrapped up in the greenery, is Jefferey. He’s held to the festive tree with a thick rope partially hidden by the lights and garland.
“This is…” Blade trails off. If there wasn’t a smile plastered on his face right now, I’d think he hated it.
“Not even the best part,” Kurt says before I can. Scowling, I turn to look at him. Kurt gives me an unamused look before he shrugs.
“What is he talking about?” Blade asks, tilting his head like a curious dog. I groan, wanting to bask in the glory of my masterpiece .
“Nothing. Let’s enjoy this!” I say, gesturing towards the body in the tree. Trying to get Blade’s attention back to the situation at hand is about as successful as a starving artist getting famous. Key term starving.
“Piper, seriously,” Blade says, his voice lower than usual as he mutters the words under his breath. Fucking asshole knows I have no control when it comes to him. I just slit his dad’s throat and hung him up like a fucking ornament, yet the man wants more? Typical. Even worse, he knows I’ll give him all I have. He can have every piece of me until he’s satisfied, and if he never is, I’ll let him have my soul, too.
“Fuck you, Kurt,” I grumble under my breath. I shoo the greaseball away, and I only start speaking when I hear the door close again. Blade and I are alone. I stare at him for a while, unblinking, before I finally cave.
“I found your hitman,” I say quietly. Blade looks confused.
“I know my hitman. I talked to him online. That’s how I found out about Owen,” Blade says. I shake my head lightly and touch Blade’s arm.
“No… I found your hitman,” I enunciate. I watch as Blade’s face contorts into too many emotions at once. He looks confused but proud.
“You found him? Like you know his location?” Blade nearly whispers. I nod gently, inhaling deeply.
“Let’s put a target on your sniper,” I whisper.