Thirty
Her Phantom
Sin
“ H ere pussy, pussy, pussy.” I cooed as I called for the pesky little cat to haul ass and come over for the pet we both knew he wanted. “Good pussycat.”
My hand gently stroked the cat named Rocko, who Saint had let in from the street. He gave him a place to stay in our shared penthouse inside of our club. The one on the second floor and in the far back of the nightclub. A space we called our home sweet home.
Wait. Back up a bit. Sweet wasn’t the right word to describe it. More like spooky.
Our home spooky home.
The place was fucking haunted. We turned the cheap, rundown building around for the better and gave it a facelift. Unknown to us, the property used to be a hospital for the city. A sure hit to be cursed because hundreds of people would’ve died here. But we fit right in and got along with whatever fucked up shit still lurked within these walls.
The feline purred as I brushed along its soft coat and it snuggled in closer. “Hey, watch the outfit, kitty cat. Your damn fur will be all over it.”
I didn’t like the fucking felines who roamed around the place, but Saint loved to give stray cats a home. This cat was a pest that wouldn’t screw off, but I didn’t mind him. The rest though? They were needy little shits.
There had to be up to ten clingy cats in this joint! There could be more, but who the fuck knows?
I lost count after the last pregnant puss strolled her prissy ass in here and had her litter of kittens. Now those were freaking cute, but they grew up and got hissy. Nope. Not for me.
Somehow Rocko, this playful little fucker gnawing at my finger, fit right in. He stayed and never left. The others came for the variety of wet foods Saint left out every day and quenched their thirst at the water fountain I ordered online. I only got the damn kitty fountain for those hissy fits because it was Saint’s birthday. Not out of the kindness of my heart. I didn’t know what else to get him because he already had everything, including a kitty litter box.
I got up from the black sofa and made my way toward the back patio door, which led out onto the balcony. Everything was out on the sheltered deck from patio furniture, a grill, cat food, and the fountain with stairs leading down into the park. The same public woodland where we enjoyed watching Liv on the other side. Where we crept in the shadows and blended in with these damn cats.
Rocko was right at my heels as I stopped at the door and peeked down at my leg while he rubbed up against me. The little puss lived rent free in our eerie space, but it was time for the asshole to screw off. I wiggled my leg and opened the built-in cat door.
“Shoo, you pesky shit,” I hissed at the cat as he scurried through, and I brushed the fur from my dark pant leg. “You’ll bring me bad luck.”
I didn’t need misfortune tonight. We were creating our own luck. We were about to do the devil’s work.
“Are you ready to go, man?” Saint hollered from the other room.
I shouted back, “I’ve been waiting on you, asshole!”
Footsteps stomped up behind me, and I turned around, only to see Saint come down the hallway. He dressed in all black with a skull mask to conceal his identity. He looked creepy. The appearance would do for this evening.
“How do I look?”
“Like you’re ready to become someone’s worst nightmare,” I answered .
Saint chuckled and patted my shoulder. “Well, that’s what Halloween is all about. Scaring the shit out of people.”
I followed beside Saint as we made our way through the penthouse, and I admired our Gothic taste. Everything was dark and eerie how we wanted it. A true masterpiece, perfect for us, with large gargoyle statues and creepy pictures hanging on the walls instead of lame family portraits. Shady and somber was our jam. The trick-or-treaters would love it in here, but I wasn’t about to let the little fuckers in.
“Fucking kids will crawl the streets begging for candy like they do every year,” I grumbled as I locked up at the penthouse and held my mask in my hand.
Saint snorted. “You’re a dick man.”
I grunted with annoyance at Saint as we stepped into the elevator, which took us straight down to the main floor, and we walked until loud music thumped in our ears from the club. Sinful Saints was the place to be on this festive All Hallows’ Eve. We hit the beat and drew in a frightful crowd. Scary clowns, bloody dolls, vampires, witches, goblins, and ghouls. There was the odd angel, fairy, and even a sexy-ass cop. But those ladies had nothing on our girl.
We pushed through the crowd and made it to the front doors of the club. I nearly tripped over some clown’s enormous feet as I stumbled forward and pushed him out of the way. The short motherfucker cussed at me, but backed off once he saw how pissed off I was. I fixed my leather jacket as my chest puffed out and the scrawny asshole was on his way. I was about to fuck the dude up before the night even began and I got to the best part.
“Now he’s a dick,” I huffed.
“No, man. You are.”
“What?” I shrugged in disagreement and gazed around at the kids combing the street. “Kids go from door-to-door chanting Trick-or-Treat and the little demons get what they want.”
“It’s tradition,” Saint said as he plucked a giant candy bar from the basket I’d instructed the bouncer to leave out for Satan’s spawn.
I grabbed a chocolate bar and huffed, “They are a nuisance.”
Saint laughed as he crunched down on his bar and said midchew, “Put your mask on. It’s go-time.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
I put on my disguise and stepped into character as I walked down the stairs. A little kid dressed up as a ghost veered out in front of me and was eager to get to the sweets I had left out. But I scared him with a loud boo.
Startled, he jumped with a scream and his fright sent a chill through my bones. The sound made me smile, but I secretly tossed the candy bar I had taken for myself into the ghosts pillow case. Cute little shit deserved two.
After all, I didn’t need the extra calories. I had to be in the fittest shape for our girl. She needed another round where we sent her straight to pound town.
Saint leaned over and whispered, “Not so mean after all.”
I only grunted as we made our way toward the new black Mustang we had purchased. We needed an upgrade after our old rust bucket was ready for the scrap yard. The new car suited our expensive lifestyle much better than the old piece of shit Saint wanted to hold on to because it held sentimental value. Bullshit. Out with the old and in with brand spanking new.
I hit the key fob, and the car sounded with a sweet-ass chirp. It was music to my ears as I slid into the sleek leather driver’s seat and Saint fell into the passenger seat beside me. The vehicle had a brand-new car smell, and the scent filled my nostrils with delight. Fucking sweet.
I sparked the engine to life, and some bitch screeched through the speakers. The loud ballad music wasn’t my style, and I fumbled for the volume control. She sure had some vocal cords on her. Jesus Christ!
“There. That’s better,” I said as I put on Animals by Nickelback and stepped on the gas .
This was the perfect song to fuck Liv to. Her moans would be music to my ears as we’d drive into her, and she’d arch her sexy back to every thrust. Shit. I was hard, but now wasn’t the time.
“Hey, man! Ease up!” Saint exclaimed as the tires squealed and the Mustang’s tread created a burning smell. “We don’t need the cops on our ass.”
Saint’s seatbelt locked in place as the car swayed before the tires regained traction on the pavement and we took off down the street. My excitement was too high to be bothered by the damn police. I was ready for everything we were about to accomplish and excited to hunt our prey, but our usual meal wasn’t on the menu tonight.
No. This asshole was far more dangerous. Too unpredictable for our precious Liv and the scumbag needed to break.
“Fuck off, Saint.”
Saint grunted at me but remained silent. He worried too fucking much. Me? I was a risk-taker, an adrenaline junky. Ready to dive right in and have my heart beating a mile a minute in my chest. As much as the muscle was hammering now. I was pumped and prepared to pounce.
Damn, this baby had some speed.
Unfortunately, I slowed down as we rounded the corner and Liv’s condo came into view. I decelerated to a painstakingly steady creep with the car rolling forward, and I parked tucked away in the darkness as children walked on the sidewalk. I cut the music as we sat across the street, and I peered into my side door mirror. My scream mask stared back at me. The stabby slasher mask was a frightening sight alongside a skulled disguised monster—both up to no good. We slouched in our seats, watched, waited, and we were ready for our plan to take action.
But an hour passed.
We were on standby as I contemplated breaking the damn door down, fully prepared to drag the fucker out on his ass and screw some shit up. Forget our idea and let’s…
Surprisingly, to my most delighted shock, the juice-head we had been waiting for walked out the door. He peered down at his cell phone and extended his arm out in front of him. A loud whistle sounded from his pressed mouth as he hailed down a taxicab.
“Follow him,” Saint grumbled from beside me, full of anger.
“It would be my pleasure.”