Chapter 17
CHRISTOPHER
Wherever I end up, I sure as hell hope it’s not a glass coffin.
Ingrid White, the old hag who coined herself the Evil Queen, lays peacefully in her casket, looking pretty fucking rough in her eternal resting place.
Sapphires and rubies dance along her long black gown, the shriveled up bouquet resting in her withered grasp a sad comparison for what’s left of her body.
“That’s fucking disgusting.”
Loose skin and even looser eye sockets seem to melt off the woman’s face, the ears decorated with heavy jewellery all but touching her shoulders as the circle of life does its best to decompose a woman locked in a glass chamber.
Oh, God. And the smell.
A retch hits my throat and I just about lose my dinner all over the pristine floor tiles.
Forcing myself to breathe through my mouth, I can feel my tear ducts burning as waves of putrid fumes hit me.
It’s the kind of stench that burns itself into your skin and throws away any hope of keeping these clothes.
This better be worth it.
The four-digit code Evie gave me works perfectly. The combination unlocks the casket with a simple click, and now that the gemstones are within reach, it’s time to do what I do best.
Steal some fucking shit.
Riffling through the pockets of my cargo pants, I start tearing off the Velcro patches strapped inside. Long strips of fabric unravel to reveal rows of pockets and placeholders custom designed to fit utensils far smaller than your average kitchen necessities.
Laying them out on the ground, I push the glass dome up and over the deceased. Ingrid doesn’t move a muscle, her ligaments long since detached in the years that have passed since her death.
“Sorry, darling. I’m going to need to borrow these for a while.”
Drawing a cross on my chest, I give the old biddy a pained smile before getting down to business. Plucking the minerals off her gown, I start filling up my strips systematically, finishing each row and folding them up before continuing on to the next one.
It’s a stinky, unholy process but I keep going, filling up each micro pocket until the last of the rolls are filled. Strapping them back to the inside of my pants, I can’t help but grin as the weight of my crew’s future slides off my shoulders and onto my ass.
“Just a couple more and then I’ll let you get some beauty sleep.”
Pulling on a pair of latex gloves, I move towards the fallen queen and lift her hand gently. A massive emerald sits upon her ring finger, the diamonds circling the engagement band worth almost as much as the Hoffmann Diamond itself.
It’s a beautiful piece, and from the books I’ve read, it once belonged to a beautiful woman as well.
The thick jut of her knuckle keeps the ring from sliding off her finger. I tug it again, trying to twist it around the bulge, but no luck.
Ah, fuck.
The brittle bone makes a sickening pop and the ring comes sliding off. Acknowledging my reserved spot in hell, I continue breaking her fingers, stripping the deceased clean of every last sparkle. I’m just about to secure the last one when a murmur echoes through the room.
“Did you say something?”
Ingrid rightfully ignores me.
I tilt my head, straining to hear the sound again. Nothing happens for a beat or two and then my worst nightmare comes true.
“Here it is.”
I dive headfirst into the coffin, barely managing to bury myself beneath Ingrid’s decaying body before the door swings open. Holding my breath, I listen to the shuffle of feet as the newcomers wander closer to the coffin.
The click of stilettos draws closer and it comes as no surprise to see green eyes peering down at me. I can feel Ingrid’s bodily fluids seeping into my clothes as I stare back at her, knowing full well the grin sneaking across her face is nothing good
“Is the casket supposed to be open?” Sporting an air of innocence, Calista purses her lips and leans closer to my hiding spot, “I thought there would be more sparkly things in here.”
“T-There usually is.”
I can’t see the other woman but I can hear the nervous stutter in her voice.
“Miss White must have had them removed for the party this evening. I’m sure they are safe in a vault somewhere.”
“Probably for the best. You never know when a thief might strike.” Calista smirks down at me, “Or where he might hide.”
Mentally giving her the middle finger, I silently tell her to fuck off.
Her smile widens, “Thank you for showing me the throne room, Elle. We should be heading back to the party now, don’t you think?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
There’s blatant disappointment in her voice, and I can’t blame the girl.
Even half-buried beneath a dead body, I can tell Calista looks hot tonight.
Her black top loops around her neck with an intricate knot and her modest bust is doing its best to bust out the sides.
Blonde curls are pulled back into a high ponytail, the kind of sleek mane that show ponies would envy.
I’m getting turned on just thinking about yanking on that ponytail and that’s before the kissing starts.
What the hell?
Instead of making a timely exit, the two women start making out. And not just a little make out, oh no.
They’re having a full blown grinding session right up against the casket.
“Did I tell you how pretty you look tonight?” Calista is purring, looking me straight in the eye while sucking someone else’s tongue, “Such a pretty little thing. You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
She rocks her hips and just about sends Ingrid and me flying. The other woman moans in response, her blunt nails raking through Calista’s ponytail and pissing me off in the process.
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
I mouth the words to Calista but all she does is hold up a finger. My eyes narrow as she sucks it into her mouth, staring me down before pulling it out with a pop.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
“Oh my God!”
In any other scenario, I would be having the time of my life. Watching Calista finger another chick would get me off no fucking problem, but having to listen to it while breathing in Ingrid’s rancid body odour?
Not my idea of a good time.
“I think we can fit two in there.”
She’s purring like a mother fucking cat while I’m stuck in her mouse trap. It’s sick and twisted and there’s absolutely no reason I should be getting hard right now.
I’m pissed off, goddamn it.
“Fuck!”
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking my fingers so well.”
The casket rocks again, and this time I’m not even surprised. The conspirer is writhing against the blonde temptress, grinding and gasping like her life might end if she doesn’t come soon.
So help me God, I might end myself if she doesn’t come soon.
The sound of wet pussy fills the room, and the thought of Calista finger fucking another woman has me fighting back a groan. I can easily picture her red fingernails thrusting in and out, raking her claws down that pussy lining until her partner is begging for mercy.
“I-I’m about to come.”
Thank fucking God.
“Not yet, you aren’t.”
Pulling her fingers out of the unseen pussy, Calista brings them up to her mouth and sucks them in. She moans, glancing down at me while she sucks pussy juice off her fingers like an addict who just got a hit.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, shoving her fingers as far as they can go before pulling them out and doing it again. I watch her suck another woman’s cum off her fingers as though it was my cock, deep throating me until I decide she’s had enough.
Fuck this. I’ve had enough.
The casket shifts for the umpteenth time and I move with it. Throwing my weight against the edge, I feel Ingrid shift with me, her casket balancing precariously on the monument it’s perched upon.
Another push and the glass coffin goes crashing to the floor.
“Oh my God!”
Scrambling out from beneath the old broad, I jump to my feet, half expecting the White Castle guards to be barrelling down on me.
Or, at the very least, a petrified woman staring at me in horror.
Instead I get the maddening sight of Calista Drache tongue fucking someone who isn’t me.
The petite brunette she’s eating out is on the floor, writhing against the fallen coffin while my newfound nemesis eats her way to the woman’s heart.
Face pressed tight against her pussy.
She’s lapping her clit like a fiend, her fingers thrusting in with each stroke. Her technique is surprisingly good, but that doesn’t change the fact I’m pissed off right now.
And horny as fuck.
If the gemstones weren’t weighing down my pants, my member would be saluting Miss Drache for the show she’s putting on.
Grinding against the woman’s legs, Calista eats pussy like a pornstar, drawing out the moans and cries of her partner until the sloppy sounds of tongue fucking gets drowned out by a cosmic orgasm.
Crying out and gripping Calista’s ponytail, the woman bounces against her face until her pleasure is wrung out. She shatters all over the stone floors, not two feet from where the matriarch’s body lies crumpled and worse for wear.
“T-That was...”
“Incredible.”
The sound of my voice has the woman letting out a shriek. Whipping her head in my direction, her look of horror is one that should have arrived long before now.
“Were you here-
“The entire time? Yes, I got to enjoy that just as much as you did.” Cocking my gun, I give her a mocking smile, “Now it’s time for you to leave.”
The woman flushes bright red, her hands scrambling to rearrange her clothes as she scrambles to her feet.
“Miss Drache, can I-
“Miss Drache will stay.” Narrowing my eyes, I look at the blonde snickering to herself on the ground, “We’ve got some catching up to do.”
The woman pales, “I-It wasn’t her fault-
“Get out. Now.”
My impatient tone combined with the weapon finalizes her decision. Scurrying from the room, the maid gives Calista one last glance before letting the door slam shut behind her.
“Well that was rather dramatic, don’t you think?”
Calista’s bored drawl has my hackles rising. Pointing the gun in her direction, I’m about ready to put two bullets in her head.
One for the disgusting state of my clothes.
The other for giving me the worst case of blue balls.
“Get up.”
She grins, watching me stalk closer, “Somebody’s bossy.”
“I said, get the fuck up off the ground.”
My nerves are shot and there’s dead person ooze dripping from my face. There’s nothing rational about my state of mind right now, and the sight of Calista’s swollen lips is making it worse.
“I like it when you’re bossy.” She smirks, climbing to her feet and brushing the dust off her pants, “I don’t mind taking turns, you know.”
“What the hell is your problem?”
“Me?” Her hands lift innocently, “I don’t have a problem, Devil. But you... well, you seem like you’ve had a rather trying evening. How about a quick fuck followed by a good night’s sleep?”
She’s teasing me, poking me until I give her the reaction she’s hoping for.
Forget Everett White. Calista Drache is the real witch of this town.
“Hand it over.” Tilting my gun, I gesture towards the lump in her pocket, “I saw it when you were busy fucking the side of my coffin.”
“Your coffin? Oh, dear. Ingrid will be displeased to hear that.”
“I’m serious. Hand it over.”
A spark ignites in her green eyes, “And if I say no?”
“Then I’ll shoot and take it from you.” Releasing the safety, I point the barrel right between her eyes, “Hand it over, darling, before tonight gets any messier.”
Her heels click against the stone floor. Dressed in dark leather, her boots come up to the curve of her knee and they are easily the sexiest footwear I have ever seen. Calista isn’t that tall for a woman, only about 5’4 or 5’5, but with those heels, she evens the playing ground.
“Go ahead then.” She tilts her head, looking me dead in the eye, “Shoot.”
“You aren’t the first to tell me that tonight.”
“And how did the first one turn out?”
At my silence, she shakes her head with a sigh, “There’s only so many games you can play before someone calls your bluff. It takes a dark soul to take a life, and frankly, there’s too much life left in you.”
“But not you?”
Something flickers through her eyes. I watch her take a step forward, bringing her level with my gun.
“We’re at a crossroad, Devil, and it’s time you picked a side.”
“I already picked one. Hand the Hoffmann Diamond over.”
We’re staring each other down, my gun almost pressed against her forehead. If it weren’t for the tension filling the room, it would be comical looking at us from the outside.
A couple of alphas fighting over a slab of meat.
Neither willing to make the trade.
“I need that diamond.” My grip tightens, “More than I need you alive.”
“I understand.”
She doesn’t blink, she doesn’t flinch when I press the metal firmly into her skull.
“Give me the diamond.”
“You’re going to have to shoot me.”
My chest feels fucking tight as I stare at her, noticing the lipstick that’s been smeared off her lips. Stains linger on her chin and cheeks, the dark colour too harsh and cruel for most women.
But on this one?
It suits her perfectly.
“Calista.”
“Christopher.”
She’s not backing down, and as much as it is pissing me off, it’s only increasing my respect for her.
“I’m not joking.”
“I’m not laughing.”
My patience snaps.
“I swear to fucking God, if you don’t hand over that diamond right now, I’m going to leave your brains splattered all over these floors. Is that what you want?”
Spit is flying from my mouth, my frustration spilling all over the place.
And there Calista is, cool as a fucking cucumber.
“It’s not about what I want, Devil.”
She’s staring at me again, the challenge glinting in her eyes. Sucking in a deep breath, I will myself to pull the trigger.
One shot.
One shot and all my problems would be gone.
Shoot for fuck’s sake.