Chapter 30
Scarlett
Late to school. Don’t care. The truant officer—Tidwell—is eying Widow like she wants to come after him, but there must be something like hell in my eyes because she pretends to be occupied with some paperback that’s stacked on her car’s dash.
Officer Pornhub shoos us past, guarding the front of the school with valor and courage (eye roll) while Ash slithers through the hole in the back fence and rejoins us in the hall.
Nisha, Bastian, and a handful of my girls are waiting for me. I told them all to behave as normal until I said otherwise.
“Oh my God, I have to see this.” Basti dances over and grabs my hand, comparing my wedding ring design to the one on his own ribs. He glances around at the matching ink on the boys’ fingers. “You all are so damn cute. Tight-knit little family. I’m almost jealous.”
“If only we were physically attracted to each other, then you could be a part of my harem,” I say with a faux swoon, and Basti and I both grin.
Bohnes, Alexei, Widow, and Ash find the joke far less amusing.
Aww. Nice. They can bond over their shared jealousy.
Memories of last night prick at my brain, and my sweetly sore pussy begs for an encore.
One hour of sleep. Thirty minutes to eat and dress. We were basically having an orgy like three seconds ago. I’m not over it.
“You’re all tense as fuck. What happened between last night and now?” Nisha asks, looking the men over. Bohnes lifts a brow. Ash cuddles his sword. Alexei purses his lips. Widow scowls.
“Lots of nasty sex?” Basti suggests, chuckling. I offer him a wink for confirmation. No time to play games though.
Today is make or break for us.
“Locker room. Now. Get a few girls to watch the entrance. Tell the rest to pretend like nothing’s happening.
” I keep walking, my heels loud on the hall floors as I lead the men back to the girls’ locker room.
Nobody in here today. I hold the door for the boys because, you know, I’m a gentlewoman and trying to be suave. Nothing wrong with a little rizz.
I let myself have four lovers because I can handle four lovers in every way that counts. Intimacy. Friendship. Shared goals. Fucking, fucking, fucking. Free use. No boundaries. It’s hard not to think cyclically about it.
“You know,” Basti begins, sounding both excited and upset about something. Nisha doesn’t need his help with the girls, so he’s at my side like always. “I might not have known you were having a literal wedding ceremony if I hadn’t fucking heard about it on the radio this morning.”
I push the locker room door shut and give him a look.
“It was Nessie, wasn’t it?” I murmur, but Basti just gapes at me as the other four boys arrange themselves in the room much like they did yesterday. Only, with an infinitely higher level of tension. Sexual tension. Violent tension. One and the same for them. “I’m gonna strangle that Suburbs.”
“Nuh-uh. Don’t blame that on her. Just tell me: have you picked out a dress?” Bastian tries to be nonchalant about it, but he’s not. Lemon didn’t let him help with her wedding prep, and that just about killed the man. I won’t make that mistake.
“Without you? Boy, no.” I grin and Bastian grins back.
“Want to help? I’m thinking we go as slutty as possible.
” I pause, tapping my lips with a busted nail.
Ah. Yeah. We’re all looking a bit rough.
“Make an appointment with Treasure and her fuckboy. Nails, lashes, brows…” My attention moves to Widow and I offer him a little wink. “Haircuts.”
“Yes, Queen.” Basti is already typing out a message, looking up just as Nisha slips into the room. She nods at me, letting me know the job is done.
I rip the bandage off.
“Today’s the day. Mob day. If I don’t come back, tell everyone to confess whatever they know.
Don’t argue. Throw me under the bus.” I stop talking when things get awkward.
Basti looks like he is going to break next.
Lose his sanity like Ash. “Quit the club, Basti. It’s not safe there.
Ash told me that it’s one of Chet’s haunts.
Anyone you care about, get them out of there. ”
“Please come back to me today, Queen,” Basti whispers, grabbing my hands. “I literally can’t live without you.”
We hug each other and Nisha joins in, the three of us holding one another with all four of my fuckboys watching. Some of them might not like this, but I have boundaries. One of those boundaries is my friends. I will not allow anyone to come between me and such healthy, loyal relationships.
“I love you both,” I whisper, squeezing them again before stepping back. “Now go. Make sure the entire school knows. Spread the word.”
My friends are wary, their gazes lingering on the boys as the pair of them leave to do my bidding.
They’re going to have to trust that I’ve chosen my lovers carefully and with intent.
It gets quiet in there and stays quiet. A shower drips somewhere behind a curtain. Alexei stands stiff and disturbed, eyes flicking to the haphazardly flung towels. The lipstick prints on the mirrors. The random scattering of cosmetics.
“Wait until you find out how much sex is had in this very room.” I point at the floor with a finger and Alexei convulses with a violent shudder.
He plucks at his single glove with nervous energy.
Ash is clutching the unsheathed sword, holding it across his lap.
Bohnes has the pink handgun, checking the magazine to ensure it’s loaded.
Shit. If someone saw him on campus with that…
“Girls with girls?” Widow asks with a weird expression.
He’s so jealous over my harmless flirtations with the ladies.
I would never pursue them like that. They’re pursued all the time.
They need someone to count on that doesn’t see them as sex objects.
That’s my job, to be there for them. Burdens and boons of leadership. “Or do you let boys in here?”
“No dudes allowed. Except Basti.” My mouth twitches. “And you guys, I guess. Yeah, girls with girls. These benches are filthy.” I sit down near Widow, but he doesn’t make any move to leave his position. “Probably best that Marie doesn’t sit. He might get pregnant.”
“You’re so very amusing, Mrs. Borisov,” he replies, and I feel a little stabby.
“I would never change my name. Not for any man. I’m Scarlett Motherfucking Force, bitch. My name in lights, not yours.” I ignore him, reaching my fingers out to play with Widow’s hair. The mob is coming. The mob is coming now. “See what a good wife I am? Arranging a haircut for my hubby.”
The visit to Treasure’s—if we live long enough to reach it—is not altogether altruistic. Definitely not attending some mob wedding with ragged-ass nails. That’s disgusting.
“Yeah, real nice of you to do that for me,” Widow purrs, putting his boot flat on the bench, knee bent. “I want to look nice when I’m getting cucked in public.”
I smile at him and he flips me off. I catch his hand and kiss the tip of his fingertip while Ash watches us with solid black eyes.
He fingers the sword, turning away to stare at the lockers across the way.
There are at least sixteen penises carved into the metal, each one a varying size or shape, some with ball hairs and some not. Important distinction.
Alexei checks the burner phone. Nothing yet. The tension is disgusting. Can’t we just get this over with?
“How long is this going to take?” I ask, looking up at Bohnes. “Why are they dragging their feet?”
He hops down from the bank of lockers where he was sitting, landing in a perfect crouch and flowing like a creature made of shadows into a standing position.
His pale blue eyes shift my way. He sees me playing with Widow’s hair and walks right over, straddling my lap.
His right leg just barely fits between my thigh and Widow’s boot.
Widow drops his foot to the floor to get some space.
“The family is circling the school, making their own security rounds. Be patient, my undead harlot.” Bohnes puts his hands on my shoulders and kisses me.
Not just a little bit. He really kisses me.
“What?” he asks when I lift a brow. “You said a lot of sex takes place in this room. If we might die today, we should fuck real quick. You know what I want my last memory to be.” He nuzzles the side of my neck.
“Besides…” His breath whispers against my skin, like a haunt. “Free use.”
I cut Bohnes off by snatching his chin and he bares his ghoul teeth at me, taking my fingers hostage in his hot mouth.
He bites me a little too hard when I shove them deep, sucking onto them with such force that it’s difficult to tug them free.
There’s a sharp pop that echoes in the room. The atmosphere is weird.
After we finished in the forest, we all showered and collapsed in bed without talking.
I haven’t really processed the arrangement we immortalized last night.
Bohnes grabs my face and presses a kiss against each of my eyebrows, peering into my eyes from a distance of, oh, about an inch away. I put my hand on his neck and push. He allows me to move him back and turn him around, sitting him on the bench in the position I just occupied.
I kiss Bohnes back. I know what I want my last memory to be, too. Nah, you liar. You have more confidence in yourself than all that. You’ll get through this. Today ain’t no last memory.
I throw his hood back so that I can have access to his hair, twining my fingers into it.
“I want all of you to sit on this bench,” I breathe, an idea coming to mind. “Pull your pants down.”