Chapter Sixteen
Charlotte
One month later
“ W hat is this?” I ask, looking at what Reaper just placed on the couch next to me.
“A costume.”
I hold up the green leaf-covered bodice and matching cheeky bottoms as well as a red wig.
“Poison Ivy?” I guess.
“Yup.”
“You got some kind of weird fetish, Reaper?” I raise a brow at him and smirk.
“We’re going out tomorrow night.”
Oh, that's right, tomorrow is Halloween.
“Ah, you’re taking me trick or treating? How cute. Think I’m a little old for that though.”
Reaper rolls his eyes and sighs. “You’re making your first hit tomorrow. The costume will help with your disguise. You’ll blend in. Plus, the guy has a thing for women who dress up.”
I stand on the couch in excitement, nearly losing my balance. “Really? You think I’m ready? Oh god, it's finally happening! What did this fucker do?”
“He attempted to kill his wife when she tried to leave him with their three kids after years of abuse. She recovered and bravely tried again and succeeded, but she’s in hiding and he’s been looking for her. She’s still afraid, understandably so. He has a friend in law enforcement and it could only be a matter of time before he gets help and finds her.”
“He won't be finding her. He will end up choking on his blood when I get my hands on him.”
“Easy there, little savage.” Reaper tosses a folder on the couch. “Here’s all the information I have on him as well as his photo. Check it out. We’ll be paying Robert a visit tomorrow night at his home.”
My adrenaline is already running wild.
I’m coming for you, Robert.
“Sorry kids, I'm all out of—” Robert says as he opens his front door. “Oh, my. Wow.” His eyes track down my body and back up, lingering on my pushed-up tits and then my face.
“Trick or treat?” I ask in a silky low voice.
“Well, it depends. Are you giving out treats tonight, sweetheart?”
I nod with a devilish smirk .
“And what do you got for me, sweetie?”
I lean forward giving him a better view of my breasts and whisper, “Poison.”
“Mmm, I'd gladly take a bite of your poison anytime. You want to come in and play?”
I nod again with an innocent smile. Robert pushes open the rest of the door and motions me to enter.
“Did Billy send you? Oh man, this is fantastic. I'm gonna have to thank him for this.”
I walk further into his home and quickly glance around, wondering where Reaper is. Can he see right now?
“Can I offer you a drink before we get started?” Robert breaks my thoughts.
I need to focus.
I turn and gently grab onto his loosely hanging black tie and pull him after me, swaying my hips with each slow step. I stop once we reach the dining room. With my heeled foot, I drag a chair out from the dining table and then push him down onto it.
“How about we have a little trick before the treat?”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he says with a chuckle.
I reach into my bodice and pull out zip ties, securing him to the wooden seat with his arms behind the back of the chair and his legs securely tied as well.
“That's better. Now, we can really play.” I throw my leg over his lap and sit down on top of him, face-to-face. “I’ve heard you’ve been a real bad boy, Robert.”
“Oh sweetheart, you're good. I'm getting hard already.”
“Tsk tsk, I don’t like naughty boys.”
“Mmm.”
He stiffens in his pants, and I’m instantly repulsed even more at this pathetic excuse for a man. I pull out my small knife that was snuggled in between my breasts. I unsheathe it, and fear flashes across Robert’s face. I revel in it .
Finally, I am someone to be feared.
“Woah there.” He nervously laughs. “What are you gonna do with that, sweetie?”
“Kill you, of course, silly.” I smile and bat my lashes.
He starts to speak, but I slam the knife down into his upper thigh right near my own leg, and a sharp yell comes from him as he begins bucking in his seat, almost knocking me off him.
“You bitch! You fucking bitch! Get off me!”
“But I thought you wanted to play?” I back-hand him, and he eyes me with fury.
“I’ll fucking kill you, bitch! Who sent you? Did my fucking piece of shit wife send you? I’ll kill both of you! I promise I’ll fucking kill both of you!”
“Shhh, don't make promises you can't keep, Robert.” I place a finger to his mouth. The fucker tries to bite me, and I begin to laugh, manically.
“Fine, let’s just get to it then. You're going to die here tonight and I want to tell you why. You thought you could beat up on your wife. You’re one of those sick fucks who like hurting women, huh? Did it make you feel powerful? Did it turn you on?” I rip the knife out of his thigh and slash it across his chest, revealing a big open gash. Blood soaks through his white button-up shirt as he howls in pain.
Again, he tries jerking in his seat, attempting to break free.
“Tell me Robert, how do you feel now? Powerless? Weak? Scared?” I put my mouth to his ear. “Good.” Then I send the blade straight through his neck. Blood squirts out as gurgling noises fill the room. “You won't hurt anyone ever again.”
Reaper
Fucking hell. Who the fuck is this woman? I feel like I've been watching a completely different person.
The way she moved, the way she spoke, I was entranced, held captive simply by her presence that exuded confidence and sex appeal. She easily seduced Robert, and in the process, I fell prey to her act as well. My pants grew tighter, and I wanted to fall to my knees before her.
“Reaper,” she whispers. “Are you here? The fucker is dead. Now what?”
I step out from the other room and come into view. Her face lights up when she sees me and a blood-coated smile grows across her face.
Fucking hell, she is beautiful.
“Did I do good?”
“You were a natural, you savage thing. Take your knife out of his neck and let’s go.”
We return home, and Charlotte takes a shower in the basement before she meets me in the living room wrapped in just a towel. Her wet hair is slicked back as beads of water still cling to her body. I fight the urge to grab her and lick the droplets from her skin. She looks fresh and sweet, and somehow, more beautiful. One taste wouldn’t be enough…
“So, honestly, how’d I do?”
I shake my head and clear my throat, freeing myself from my spiraling thoughts.
“Sorry, what?“
“I said, how’d I do?”
“I told you what I thought. You did great.”
“I wasn’t… too much?”
“No such thing.” I smirk at her. “How do you feel?”
“I feel amazing. What a high that was.” She lets out a long breath, then continues, “With Jason… I just snapped. I felt out of control with blinding anger and hatred. Then came the adrenaline high, the satisfaction. But this though, I felt in control from the beginning and throughout. I felt so powerful and I want more.”
“There are certainly more shitty people out there.”
“When’s the next one?” she asks with a glint in her eyes. She’s addicted. I know that look and feeling all too well.
“It will come. How about you shadow me on a kill next?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
I chuckle. “All right then.”
“I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning, Reaper.” Charlotte heads upstairs, holding her towel tightly around herself.
“Hey,” I call after her, and she turns to face me.
“Yea?”
“I'm proud of you.”
A big smile beams across her face. A smile I’ve grown to really enjoy. A smile that does something deep inside me every time she flashes it my way.
“Thank you, Reaper. For everything.” She disappears up the steps.
I lie on the couch for hours trying to fall asleep but images of her from earlier tonight are consuming me.
Did she have to be so damn sexy while murdering that piece of shit?
Fuck.
Then flashing me her bright smile with fresh blood still smudged across her face, she was bloody perfection.
My cock can't handle replaying the images of her in her Poison Ivy costume, her ass almost on display in those cheeky bottoms, the seductive way she moved and spoke. I find myself replacing the image of Robert with myself. Her straddling my lap instead, running a finger over my chest in place of a blade. Hell, I’d actually let her run a sharp blade over me if she wanted it. I’d let her do anything she asked.
No. I run a hand over my face, pausing my trail of thoughts. I can’t have her.
I ignore my pulsing cock and slowly rebuild the mental wall around my mind… and heart.