Chapter 6 #3
Underneath the table, Kellin puts his hand on my upper thigh, giving it a flirtatious squeeze.
The rest of them look at me, curiously awaiting the words about to come out of my mouth.
I take a sip of my drink and bore my eyes into each guy, trying to gage where they're at with their mindset, and thankfully, they all seem to be okay.
"In about ten minutes, you guys are going to leave and then you're to meet me at Howard Street Cemetery. Go to the mausoleum in the back and keep yourselves hidden. Nows the time for your masks," I command with a stern tone so they remember that I'm the one in charge.
"And then what?" Jax asks, his young mind more curious than anyone else's.
"And then you'll know what to do and when to do it—trust me," I whisper, licking my lip and finishing off my drink.
I stand up, leaning over and crashing my lips onto Michael's, completely catching him and everyone else off guard.
I need to play the part. I need to set the narrative and control the scene.
So I kiss him, leaning over Kellin who still has his hand on my thigh, just the back this time.
Both of them set me on fire, and knowing the others are watching just fuels the flames into a fucking inferno.
I want him. I want them. I want to fuck them—all of them, but work always comes first.
Flipping the blonde wig hair over my shoulder, I strut away alone, knowing there are cameras, wanting to make sure I'm nowhere near Nick when people start looking for him. As I left the bar, the night air felt like silk against my skin, stirring the mayhem brewing in my mind. My strides were confident, almost strutting, as I made my way to a discreet corner of the parking lot. I could hear the muffled beats of music behind me, pulsating with life, but I knew that couldn’t distract me.
It felt like the calm before a storm, and I relished the sensation.
As I reached the back of the parking lot where darkness blended with the shadows, I took a moment to gather my thoughts.
My heart thumped heavily against my ribcage, adrenaline thrumming through my veins as I recalled the scene I had orchestrated inside.
I couldn't help but smile at how easy it had been to wrap Nick around my finger.
I would use his naiveté to plunge into the depths of my vengeful desires, and tonight would be no exception.
He leans against the fence, a smoke tucked in the corner of his mouth.
Slightly swaying, he walks to me the rest of the way, taking the initiative to hold my hand as we begin our walk down the street.
We talk about ourselves the entire way, and I had no problem telling him the truth about me—some of it—because I knew he wouldn't have a chance to tell anyone about it. He'd be fucking dead soon, after all.
The cemetery loomed ahead, an intimidating silhouette against the moonlit sky.
The whispers of the forgotten echoed around me, reminding me of the secrets buried beneath the stones—a tangible reminder of what I'd been through and whatbI was about to undertake.
We walk through the familiar iron gates and I squeeze his hand tighter, laser focused on the four graves in the back and what they're about to witness.
Feeling some type of way, I suddenly drop Nick's hand and walk a few steps ahead of him, subtly scanning our surroundings.
I slid my knife from its concealed hold in my bra and cradled it in my hand, feeling the cool metal comfort me like an old friend.
Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the eerie mausoleum, my boots crunching against the gravel path as I approached the hidden entrance.
The sight of my crew waiting under the dim light of the moon sent shivers of excitement coursing through me.
They were wearing their masks now—each one distinct, their personalities spilling out from behind the covetous fabric.
Hunter's mask was skull-like, with intricate patterns that mimicked filigree, and he wore it like a crown.
Jax had opted for one that grinned wickedly, the mockery of death itself.
"Just as I instructed," I said, my voice low but fierce, an assertion of authority they needed to remember.
Kell leaned against the back wall, arms crossed, his own mask a dark, polished visage that contrasted sharply against his fair skin.
“Patience, my beautiful monsters,” I whisper, reveling in their energy, their eagerness to dive into the abyss alongside me.
I moved quietly, as if I were entering the belly of the beast. The graves were cold and still, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth.
I could feel the weight of history lying all around us, but my focus remained on the task ahead.
The chaos we were about to unleash would serve as a reminder; it would send ripples through the very fabric of our surroundings, and I was going to savor every fucking second of it.
With the guys out of sight, I stop in front of Saint and Blade's headstones, feeling Nick approach and wrap his arm around me as I do my best to hold in my tears.
He didn't need to know this part of me—nobody did.
As something dark and sinister washes over me, I find myself grabbing Nick and slamming his back against the giant stone the brothers share, anxious hands fumbling with his pants while my mouth claims his and my tongue wildly hypnotizes him.
"You sure you want to do this?" Nick asks, being the perfect gentleman, the exact kind of man I can't fucking stand.
"I've never been more sure," I pant, pulling his pants down and his dick out, stroking firmly but gently. No piercings. How odd.
We kiss again, and Nick's hands slide up my skirt, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him.
Our skin feels electric as it meets again, sparks flying all around us.
Once he pushes his fingers inside me, grunting in my ear, my eyes roll back in my head, and I know right away I'm going to fuck him before I kill him. Or kill him while I fuck him.
Suddenly trying to act rough and dominant, Nick spins us around, putting my back against the stone, setting off a flashback of Riley slamming me into a headstone before he hogtied me and destroyed me.
He spins me once more and forces me to bend over it, kicking apart my feet like a police officer about to pat someone down.
He chokes me from behind, catching me off guard, and begins to slap the tip of his dick against my ass, reminding me why I have such a hatred for most men.
They think they're in control. They think they can push us girls around and assert their dominance over us. And I can’t fucking stand it.
But here in this moment, my body betrays my mind, caught in the tempest of conflicting desires—a struggle between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission.
His grip tightens around my throat, a sensation that ignites both anger and an undeniable thrill.
It dawns on me that perhaps this was the very sensation I craved: the confrontation of power, the challenge of reclaiming control in my own twisted way.
"Easy there, beautiful," he whispers into my ear, a mocking sweetness that makes my stomach churn. "You want this, don’t you?"
I nod, biting back the mix of vulnerability and contempt that rises within me. "Yeah, just... take it easy," I reply, steadying my breath despite the panic that lurks beneath my skin.
I can’t help but relish the tension, the rawness of this moment allowing a part of me to rise that had been asleep for far too long.
The shadows of the cemetery deepen around us, enveloping us in secrecy, like a cloud over the sins we were about to commit.
But this intimate scene had darker undertones.
Time was slipping away, and chaos awaited.
I had no intended time for games—I had a mission to fulfill; Nick was a tool, an unwitting participant in this cruel dance that would soon crescendo into something far graver.
My fingers gripped the cold stone beneath me, nails digging in as I relished the mixture of sensations.
The wildness of what was happening both thrilled and terrified me.
Many nights had passed since I’d felt the rush, vibrating off the walls of my soul like a whispered promise of vengeance.
It was decadent—the knowledge that I was using Nick as both a means of release and a sacrificial pawn.
As he continued to tease and toy, I felt my resolve solidifying. "Nick," I breathed, a quiver lacing my voice. "Do you trust me?"
He paused for the briefest moment, a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze, caught up in the whirlwind of lust. Did he really understand what that question entailed? "Yeah, Carli... I trust you."
I allowed a sly smile to grace my lips. Trust—the most powerful weapon I could wield tonight, a blade sharper than the knife concealed in my grasp.
"Good. Because tonight, you’re not just here for pleasure." I leaned back against him, chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re here to make a mark—one no one is ever going to forget.”
With that, I pulled free from his hold and spun around so our chests were colliding, my heart racing with anticipation.
The moment of reckoning was near. I leaned forward, pressing my body closer against his as I slipped my hand down into my bra to retrieve the knife.
The cool metal felt like home as I discreetly maneuvered it into the light.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Nick asked, suddenly confused, yet intrigued, eyes darting between the knife and my gaze, the path of lust now clouded with hesitance.
“Shh...” I interrupted softly, feigning tenderness while deliberately allowing a predatory edge to creep into my voice. “I just want you to remember this night.”