Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
JUDE
Willow has been loving on me ever since those idiots yelled at me to show them my cock.
It was disgusting. While I was worried about it getting ugly, I was more concerned for Willow and her temper.
The last thing we need is for her to hulk out at The Rusty Pipe.
Everything has been going so well, but I know she needs a kill.
She lost the car keys in the freezer yesterday, and almost put the sheets in the oven.
Her mind is absolute chaos, and she needs a kill.
I really loved seeing Atlas with her, and how excited she was when she was able to finish her website creation without going on several different side quests. He said all he did was get some office work done on his phone beside her.
However for Willow? It was everything to be understood.
Atlas sees Willow the way that I do, and her mind is beautiful to him instead of annoying. She was glowing when I woke up from my nap with Briar, and she made sure to grill me for information about our date.
We started with a dirty drinking game, and then I suggested strip Go Fish.
Briar had never played, and a part of me hoped I would get to see more of her gorgeous body.
I won only because my socks were still on, and then Briar released the biggest yawn I’ve ever seen.
Instead of suggesting a nap, I cuddled up with her and played with her hair until her breathing evened out.
I am the luckiest omega in the world to have Briar’s trust. We both slept really well together, and I dreamed of her soft smiles and laughter. I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with her.
“Jude, look over there. Aren’t those the assholes who were heckling you at the club?” Willow asks, pulling me from my lovestruck thoughts.
We’re supposed to be going to the store, and we took our car since we’re restocking the fridge. Turning, my brow furrows as I see them get out of a truck in front of a motel as they argue.
The creep with the black hair turns around and storms off while the other guy heads into one of the rooms.
“Between the crap they pulled at the club and what Briar told us about them being in Widows Peak, there's something fishy about them. They don’t deserve to walk the streets,” I grumble, aware I sound a lot like Willow.
“Want to do something about them? I have a feeling if we don't take care of them now, something bad is going to happen.”
“It’s like you’re reading my mind,” she teases me, heading home.
We have to change and grab our materials.
The trunk of the car is roomy enough to do this, but the plastic sheeting is upstairs at the apartment in a locked closet.
When we bought the sedan, Willow climbed into the trunk to see how much room was back there.
Thankfully, the car salesman wasn’t paying attention when she rolled around inside muttering, “This is nice.”
“Should we try out the new saw?” I ask, watching as she squeezes her thighs together. I know how to get her pussy wet. My lips spread into a wide grin. “I bet they’d run from us if I came after them with a hammer and a mask, baby.”
“Jude. You’re going to make me want to fuck you,” she growls.
Yeah. About that. I love the dates and cuddles with Briar and Atlas, but my girl is serious about not fucking until we get to that point with them.
She’ll rile me up, tease me, and then send me to bed with blue balls.
Between dancing at the club and Willow’s edging, I need to bury myself in someone that’s wet and tight.
I’ll continue to suffer, but I’m dying! Willow is very literal, and so I’m not allowed to cum unless she says I can. Maybe after this kill, she’ll agree to some mutual masturbation. An omega can only hope.
“Willow,” I whine, dropping my head back as slick slides out of my asshole. “I’m so horny.”
“I’ll fix that soon,” she says mysteriously, pulling into the parking lot of our apartment building. “Will you pack our murder bag? I’ll get our fun tools and the masks, along with the bleach.”
“Sounds good. I hope they’re in for the night. The motel backs right up into the woods. We can park there and chase them around.”
“You always say the most romantic things,” she giggles, pushing open the driver side door to exit the car.
We race each other up to the apartment, out of breath and laughing as we gather everything we need. The bag carries a ton inside of it, and Willow packs a backpack for our weapons before we change into a pair of dark pants and long sleeved shirts.
The weather is getting cooler, which means no one will look twice at our clothing choices as the sun goes down on our sleepy little town.
The excitement between Willow and I is that of children on Christmas Day as we drive back to the motel. While she craves killing to silence the chaos, I enjoy being part of the process because it gets my adrenaline pumping in the same way that performing on a stage does.
I can’t explain why or how this is, all I know is that it’s another way that Willow and I can spend bonding, and that’s enough for me.
Willow pulls the car up onto the grass behind the motel, while I pull on my light mask and keep my hammer at my side. The world is dark now that the sun has set, and the mask will remain black until I press the remote in my pocket.
“I’ll meet you near the trees,” she says. “Stay safe.”
“Love you,” I reply, getting out of the vehicle and closing the door softly. My sneakers don’t make a sound as I walk patiently through the parking lot, looking for the motel room where the guys were arguing.
The door is cracked open, and I smirk behind the mask as I push it open.
“Did you pull your boxers out of your ass yet? What the fuck! This isn’t funny—”
“Who said it was a joke?” I growl, turning on the lights on my mask.
The man’s face turns pale, and he gasps when I lift the hammer.
“Who the fuck are you?” he shouts, eyes a mix of surprise and fear. Perfect, just how I like it.
“Want to play hide and go seek?”
“No. Fuck! Please,” he whimpers, running toward me and pushing me away. I wasn’t ready to be done yet, which is the only reason he was able to.
The mousy, brown haired brunette races out the door, and it makes my job easier to only have to chase one of them. Willow and I will happily come back to take care of the black haired asshole. I’ve never met two men who were this insistent on refusing to read the room.
I’m at the club to dance, not bounce on the pogo stick they call dicks.
When the man appears to want to veer toward the street, I hit his shoulder with my hammer.
He cries out as he changes directions, running for the trees.
Thank fuck. I would have had no problems beating him to death here, but I need to stretch my legs, and Willow needs to have some time with him too.
“Run, Forrest, run!” I laugh, feeling happy and high on adrenaline.
“Ooh. You found one,” Willow coos, joining me with the saw. Most responsible adults would tell us not to run with power tools, but we don’t have one of them with us tonight.
A cordless saw is quieter than others, which means it’s less scary. However, when the man turns to look over his shoulder to see where I am, he also sees Willow with all of her blonde hair underneath the light up mask.
“What did I do? Please, let me go!” he screams, and Willow giggles. It bounces through the trees, soulless and unhinged.
“Maybe you should be more polite,” I tell him, my feet jumping over a downed stump. “Unfortunately, I won’t be nice enough to let you apologize to me.”
“Wait! I’m sorry. Whatever I did, please, forgive me.”
“There are no more chances,” Willow sings.
The dipshit trips and almost falls on his face, but manages to keep his balance as he runs forward. Finding a burst of speed, I dart forward and slam the hammer between his shoulder blades.
“No!”
His next stumbling step is his last when Willow kicks him, and he drops to the ground.
“After you, baby,” she says. “I’ll have my fun afterward.”
Jumping on his back, I hit him over and over, laughing when he throws me off.
“You’d have been better off with him,” Willow murmurs, turning her saw on and jumping on him. She doesn’t care about the blood as she drags the chainsaw deep into his chest, while I grab his arms and yank them over his head to keep him from hitting her.
She squeals when she hits his sternum, and he tries to buck her off his body. However, my girl has thighs of fucking steel, and she digs into his sides as she continues to wiggle down his body.
“You don’t need your dick, do you?” she asks.
The brunette goes wild, fear of being castrated turning him into an animal.
“You should die the same way you lived,” she hums. “Since you have shit for brains, I think cutting off your head is the best course of action.”
Getting off him, she strikes quickly, sawing through his throat while I continue holding his arms. The gurgling is loud and grotesque, but I refuse to flinch as I feel my alpha’s joy as she kills him.
“That was amazing,” she sighs happily. “We’ll come back for the other shitstain after we get rid of this one?”
“Absolutely,” I grin. “Let’s drag him back to the car and lay him out on the plastic sheeting, baby. Our dumping ground is waiting for us.”
“We have the best dates,” she squeals happily, grabbing his feet and helping me half carry, half drag him back to the car. His head is held on by his vertebrae and some tissue, allowing us not to worry about going back to get it.
It takes a lot of force to cut a head clean off. I’ve seen Willow do it before, and it’s impressive.
Our weapons are already wrapped in plastic in the backpack, and I’ll clean them at the dump site with the bleach in the back seat. We leave nothing to chance, and Willow and I are a well oiled machine when it comes to our kills.
“Fuck. He should have had less cheeseburgers while he was alive,” Willow sighs, popping the trunk. I help dump him there, glad she prepped it for us while she was parked here.