Chapter 38 Bonnie
Bonnie
“Icall this meeting of the RIP Alpha Club to order.”
My father hits his meat-tenderizing hammer down on the desk, making the camera wobble.
Sariah has her face covered by a hood with only the slightest curve of her lips smiling in the shadow.
“Ahhh, Mitchel, you are having too much fun.”
He grins. “Always, love,” he winks, and Meg slaps his arm.
“You never wink at me!”
“That’s because you’re a brat. Sarry is my good little killer. She’s a Doberman, all sleek elegance. You, on the other hand, are a little fox. Lucky to get in the occasional bite.”
Meg pouts. “My feels are crushed. Mama Sanderson is my favourite now.”
Dad laughs.
I swallow hard and look around the room.
“We need to vote to let them in or not,” I say, pushing the conversation that needs to be had.
“Cut straight to the chase,” Pix grumbles. “Where’s the foreplay?”
I stick my finger up at him.
“Are you sure they are killers? I mean, you managed to stop them every time.” Sariah says. “Don’t shoot the messenger; I’m just asking.”
“I did my research,” Mum says. “It’s interesting. I actually think they are a hell of a lot better than they are letting on. I think they might be Vengeance.”
We all sit up straighter. There is something gloriously elegant about Vengeance and his kills.
He seems to target people who have committed crimes and gotten off, but there is no discernible pattern, no giveaways in how he does things.
I’ve spent a lot of time with Dad thinking it’s an alpha and omega team, but it looks like I was wrong.
“Wow!” Meg whispers in awe. “You scored big time.”
While Meg and Desi don’t actually kill anyone, much like my siblings, they are in the club, and they know because they were both rescued from the clutches of serials who had been hunting in our territory. Meg, when she was only a little girl, and Desi as a teen.
Sariah was another rescue, whereas Pix just showed an amazing ability to massacre people, and Dad took him under his wing and taught the two of us together. Mark has never wanted this life, and no one is pushing him to join, but he’s one of us, trained like us, as deadly as us.
“I vote to induct them,” Meg says. “The dildos have earned their orgasms.”
“I do not need to know about Bonnie’s orgasms, Meg!” Dad growls.
“Yes from me,” Sariah says. “Bonnie would never bring anyone in unless she was certain.”
“I’m yes,” Pix mutters, but he seems distracted and down.
Dad hesitates. “All right. Go get them.”
I pad out of our basement office, but as soon as I open the front door, I find them standing there.
“Hey, Bonnie, want to go out?”
I shake my head. “Follow me.”
“What’s wrong?” Rory snarls. “Why are you tense?”
“Just follow me, and do not lie. If you lie, I can’t help you.”
I lead them down to the basement and stop when I find that everyone has their masks on.
I take mine and swirl into them. We all shift, and I disappear from their view.
Standing at the back, watching intently, no longer able to help them.
We’re all wearing black robes, and I’ve pulled mine up over my hair, hiding everything about me.
The light has been dimmed, making it difficult to see and leaving the ambience of thick tension.
We’v practiced this far too much, but this is the first opportunity we’ve had to play.
Pix glides forward in a way that completely doesn’t look like him at all . His voice is changed with an electronic device, so when he speaks, he sounds robotic.
“Are you serial killer Vengeance?”
Vale pauses, and he looks around the room, scanning our masks one by one. I know he can’t recognize me, but he seems to. He stares at me. Intent, dangerous.
He walks towards us and past everyone until he’s standing in front of me. The pack follows. My mouth is dry and my heart hammering in my chest.
“Yes, we are.”
Triumph fills me.
“I am Unknown,” I whisper. I reach up and pull off my mask, letting it drop to the floor.
“Precision,” Pix says and yanks off his mask.
My dad pulls off his, and my mum smiles.
“I am the original serial killer Unknown,” she says with a wide smile. “Then Mitchel joined me.”
Sariah removes her mask, but no one can see her face. “I am Fury.”
My pack turns, scanning the killers that surround them. They relax and smile.
“Welcome to the Rest in Pieces Alpha Association.”
“The what?” Cyn asks, mildly horrified.
“We were rejected by our alphas. Well, everyone except Meg. Desi didn’t have a chance to reject her before she bit and bonded him,” Pix says. “She’s like a little rat-dog.”
Meg gasps. “I resent that.”
“I don’t care.”
“Stop squabbling,” Dad grumbles.
“Dad rejected Mum.”
Dad grumbles again. “Can we stop bringing that up? I made a mistake.”
Kota is staring at Pix.
“I hadn’t been rejected until yesterday. But don’t you feel bad for me. I’m going to ruin his life. Welcome to the club, Alphas. If you hurt her, we’ll all be gunning for you.”
With that, Pix stalks out of the house. I’m worried about him, but I know he won’t let me close when he’s hurting.
Pix’s life has been one nightmare after another.
It wasn’t good until I brought him home.
Dad gave him the power to defend himself.
I gave him unconditional friendship and love. My mum gave him a family.
But I remember how it felt.
I’ll talk to him, just not yet.
Meg bounces up to Vale. “Welcome to the club, dildos.”
Vale smiles. “Meg, you get more charming every time we meet.”
“I’m like a fungus. I’ll grow on you, and then you’ll be like ‘when did she start living on our couch’, and I will just smile at you and wink, and you can just throw food at me and-”
“Where am I in all this?” Desi asks.
“Oh, you are a fungus right beside me.”
I stare at her with wide eyes.
“Did you take your meds this morning, sweetie?”
She blinks and narrows her eyes at me. “You are not nice.”
“You are a lunatic.”
“Bitch.”
“Cunt face.”
“!” We both scream at the same time and dissolve into giggles.
“Boys, just come this way, trust me. You want to just let them get it out of their system,” Dad whispers. “Come, come. I have food.”
I stay, waiting until everyone is gone before I look up at the screens.
“You all right, Sarry?”
She pushes her hood back, revealing an exotically beautiful woman around my own age. “I’ve been hearing rumours about a serial killer hunting another one. A cat-and-mouse game. From here.”
Here. Where they are from. The city.
“He went quiet, and for all intents and purposes, it looks like he’s dead. Up until last night, I was in the morgue.”
“As one is,” I say with a smile.
“And I found a homeless alpha with a familiar marking.” She pauses. “You told me they were trying to kill someone really badly? What if they thought it was the killer?”
I stiffen, staring at her face. “Did I kill the wrong person?”
“Yes. I think Marrow is still alive. Which means he knows it’s them. And he will be coming after them.”
I hesitate. Thinking about those letters. What if he doesn’t think it’s them?
“What are you thinking?” Sariah asks, but I think she knows anyway.
“I’ll take care of it.”
Sariah smiles. “Okay, babe. Let me know if you need a hand. I’m only a short drive away. I can be down there with my knives in just a few hours.”
I blow her a kiss.
“Rest in pieces.”
“Indeed,” she purrs. “See you in a few weeks, babes.”
I wait as the screen flashes to black, and she’s gone before I give myself a moment to appreciate what this asshole has done.
Should I tell them?
Maybe.
I’ll let them know after they’ve gotten to know everyone a bit better. But I don’t want them to worry. Not yet. Not until I’m sure.
If I’m right, then there is a good chance this serial killer thinks the person he is after is me. And if that’s true…well, he’s got no idea who he’s fucking with.
I’ll take care of him, and he’ll never be a threat again.
I find Pix staring out the window, watching our street, his face perfectly blank.
“I need a favour.”
He stares at my reflection in the glass.
“You’re not going to like it, and I wouldn’t ask, but I’m fairly certain I’m being hunted by Marrow.”
He turns around, every part of him on alert.
“I need you to get Roseland off my tail.”
He inhales sharply, and then his expression turns into a mask of pure evil. “Say no more. I’m on it.”
Pix slips out of the party, disappearing.
I regret having to ask him to do that, but I know he’s the only one capable of it. I need that detective gone.
Rory approaches slowly. I can feel him rather than see him. Everything about me goes on alert, turning to face this alpha like he’s the sun in the damn sky.
“What are you plotting, little omega?”
“So many naughty, naughty things.”
He grins and pushes me up against the window, holding me there. The chill from the glass seeps into my clothes and my skin as he leans down, his nose running down my cheek and to my throat, where he opens his mouth, hesitating before he swipes his tongue over my skin, swirling it over my pulse.
“Rory,” I moan.
“Vale has a plan for tonight. Is there any way we can get out of this early?”
I snort a laugh. “We can leave.”
I tangle my fingers with his and drag him across the room to where my parents are standing together.
“We’re leaving,” I say shortly.
“Going hunting?” My dad asks optimistically.
“Of a sorts,” I retort.
He stares at me, shaking his head sadly. “There is no planet anywhere in the cosmos, no reality of me that ever wanted to know that.”
I smirk at him. “Good night, parentals.”
“Good night, spawn of my loins.”
Rory stops and shudders dramatically. “That is terrifying.”
Dad and I look at each other and laugh.
“He’ll do.”
My heart lifts. I’ve got Dad's approval now. His actual, real approval. Mum nods her head, and I know that whatever comes, they’ve been accepted into the fold.
As we cross the road, heading for home, I glance at Vale.
“You’re family now. They’ve all accepted you.”
He stumbles.
“Terrifying, isn’t it? But luckily you have me to help guide you through this icky transition,” I tease.
Their house has a massive tree out front that I have always loved. It’s just a normal, average house with a pretty blue door, and I wonder if they will be happy here. I hope they are.
“You aren’t going to help at all, are you?” Kota whines.
I smirk. “Not at all. Meg and I are going to drink mimosas and bet on who comes out the golden child.”
Kota picks me up off my feet and swings me around and around. I squeal and laugh. There’s a part of me that feels the eyes on me. A part that’s cataloging every car, every movement, but I keep it in check, allowing myself to fall into my alphas and their happiness.
“What’s my surprise?”
“Come into the house and find out,” Cyn murmurs.
I’m carried inside, and the door slammed and locked.
I shiver.
They melt away, leaving me alone in the pitch black.
I grin.
“Marco!” I say and bite my lip, my stomach bursting into excited flutters.
“Polo,” a voice whispers in the dark.
Game fucking on.