Chapter Four
Sawyer
I pull my jeans up over my boxers. Damon lays on the bed smoking a cigarette. I’ve known him since I was thirteen. He was placed in the same foster house as me when he got caught shoplifting. The first eight months he didn’t say a word to anyone. I think that was why I was so intrigued by him. I had never met someone who could be content by themselves. Even I couldn’t last that long by myself with my thoughts.
“What are our plans today?” I ask. Damon stubs his cigarette out on the nightstand. The sheet slides down to his waist when he leans forward. I catch a glimpse of the scythe brand on his right pectoral. The scar of our first initials underneath makes me smile.
“Don’t look at me that way,” Damon demands.
“Like what?” I say playfully. I was the one to get Damon to talk when we were kids. I knew there was something different about him, but it didn’t scare me away like the rest.
“Like you want to fuck me.”
“And what if I do?” I push. Damon tilts his head and stands up. The sheet falls to the floor and his cock is still erect from fucking me this morning. We aren’t in a relationship, but sometimes it feels like that when we fuck each other. Everyone in the group has the same image when it comes to pleasure. It is exactly that, pleasure, it doesn’t matter where or who gives it to you.
We have morals of course and are nothing like the monsters who took advantage of us when we were kids. My eyes follow down Damon’s body. From his slicked black hair down to his lip piercing and then his nipple piercings. Down his toned abs to the nine inches staring at me. Before Damon, I had never seen someone so big. I was grateful when I was a kid since most of the ones who used me were fat old fucks who could barely get it up anyways.
Damon grips his cock and stops in front of me. “Do
you?”
I look up into his piercing blue eyes and try to fight the urge of grabbing his cock and taking him into my mouth. The front door opens as I go to open my mouth to answer him.
“You're having all the fun without me?” Matteo pouts his lip. Damon doesn’t move and I have to blink to get out of the daze he puts me in.
“Don’t act like you didn’t have fun last night,” I say to Matteo. His smirk is answer enough. Damon walks over to his clothes and throws on a pair of boxers.
“Where is she?” Damon asks while lighting another cigarette.
“Why did you want to try a piece?” Matteo teases.
Damon's eyes darken and Matteo sobers up. It’s not that we are scared of Damon, but we know when he means business. “Don’t worry, she didn’t stay the night, and she didn’t even know you guys were next door. She won’t find out who we are Damon. Relax man,” Matteo plucks the cigarette from Damon’s fingers and takes a drag .
“So, what's the plan for today?” I ask again now that Matteo is in the room.
“We need to do more research on Mr. Penfield. I want to know everything about him.” Damon looks at me.
I studied Cybersecurity in college and it has paid off
tremendously for us. I know it’s unlikely for someone raised in the foster care system to go to college, but it was a necessity. After I got Damon to talk, we became close and he told me his plans. I was honored that he trusted me enough to confide in me. Before he even told me the plans, I was already in. Revenge was something I dreamed about from day one.
We made a solid plan and Damon pushed me to do good in school so I could get into college. Someone needed to be able to hack into cameras and learn how to get confidential information on our targets. We became The Reaper Boys later on after adding Matteo to the group.
“I’m on it,” I answer.
“Anything on Sarah?” Matteo asks hesitantly. I pause grabbing my laptop and turn toward Damon. His jaw tenses at the question. I learned what he did for that girl and how he had searched for her for years afterward.
“I’m working on that too,” I answer so Damon doesn’t have to.
“How can she just disappear off the earth? If she aged out of the system like you two then there would be records right?” Matteo asks.
“Not if she changed her identity,” Damon finally speaks up. I contemplated that idea, but there should still be some breadcrumbs of her old life. There is no way that someone could be that skilled to completely erase themselves. I don’t think I could even do that.
“I haven’t gotten anything on her since she was placed in another home after the incident,” I say.
“You mean when Damon cut off his foster father's dick? And you guys call me insane,” Matteo raises his
eyebrow.
“He deserved it and so does everyone else who thinks kids are up for grabs,” Damon raises his voice.
“Calm down, don’t you think I know that. I just can’t believe you got to kill someone before I did,” Matteo jokes.
“Ryker won’t be in today or tomorrow,” Damon says.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Something about his father.”
Matteo shakes his head. “So, no killing today?”
“I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t get
caught,” Damon says. Matteo smirks and nods before leaving the room. I have no doubt that he will be out at the bars picking fights. It's like he thrives on pain and can’t live without it.
I flip on the laptop and get to work on Max Penfield. We have some background on him, but he didn’t seem like an interesting guy. He works with his father and isn’t married. Thankfully he doesn’t have any kids. Usually, our targets have a family to try to mask their true identity.
I lost count of how many times I was raped in my foster houses. Once I got older It slowed down. I felt awful for being grateful that we got another foster placement. Another child meant they could be the new favorite. Now I realize that just made me weak. I should have stood up and protected the ones after me. I’m making up for that mistake now, we all are, and we won’t stop until we finish what we have started.