Chapter 35 #3
“I’ve spent years wondering what it would be like to be able to attend one of these parties.
Spent hours up at night, sad that I was forced to be at home while you all got to be here.
Now I’m finally attending one, and to be honest, it’s boring as hell,” Callie murmurs to me before taking a bite of her cocktail weenie.
I huff out a laugh. “Yeah, it’s not as fun as I remember.” I look around at all the well-dressed people. This place is filled with the rich and elite. The most powerful people in Louisiana, hell, possibly the USA.
I couldn’t care less about any of them. The only men that matter to me are the three who have been schmoozing the other guests.
Watching them work, seeing them do what they do best, is kind of a turn on. I can see how the people here look at them, with a bit of fear and a lot of respect.
I hate that I caused any of them to doubt my guys. If I could go back and make different choices, I would.
For one, I wouldn’t have created the Butterfly Killer.
As exciting as it was at the time, I was doing it for all the wrong reasons. It’s why I’m okay with sacrificing what I’ve built and letting the world think it’s Roscoe.
I’ve gotten what I wanted. I’ll know the truth, and so will my guys. That's all that matters.
“I kind of want to leave and check out the garden,” I tell Callie. “That’s where I spent my time when I was here anyway.”
“Oh.” Her eyes light up. “That’s a good idea. Let’s go.”
“Sorry, ladies. The garden is closed to guests for the night,” Garrett says, stepping up to stand in front of Callie and me.
“How do you know?” Callie narrows her eyes.
Garret gives her a cheeky smile. “Because I’ve been making sure guests stay away. Orders from my boys.” He turns to look at me. “More like it’s closed to anyone, but you.”
“But me?” I frown. “Why am I the only one who’s allowed to go back there?”
Garrett chuckles. “Why do you think?” he asks, raising a brow. “Why would the guys have me make sure no one goes back there, no one but you?”
A spark of exhilaration shoots through me. Whatever they have planned, I know it’ll end in sex. Will it be like the cemetery?
I hope it is. Because I’m really developing a kink for primal play. Something about them hunting me down and devouring me when they catch me is euphoric.
“Okay…” I look to Callie, who’s grinning like something scandalous is about to happen. And chances are, she’s right.
Garrett looks down at his watch, then around the room. “Looks like now might be a good time to go back there. Maybe check out the maze.” Garrett’s gaze finds mine, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Have fun.” He winks.
Garrett grabs Callie’s hand and pulls her toward the dance floor. “Why does she get to have all the fun?” Callie mutters as they go.
“I can chase you through a maze and fuck you like an animal if you want, Poppy. Just say the word.”
Wait, so that’s what they plan on doing with me? Yeah, I’m so fucking down for that.
Garrett and Callie stop a few feet away. Garrett wraps his arms around Callie, pulling her into his grasp. I wait for her to make a snarky comment back, tell him he wishes, or to get fucked, but she looks at him with interest.
Oh, my girl is so fucked. Both figuratively and literally.
Leaving those two to eye fuck one another, I head toward the backyard. I know my way around this house, so I find the door easily.
Stepping onto the deck, I let the door close behind me.
The spring air is warm, the sounds of the nightlife around us making me smile.
Moonlight illuminates the garden, giving it an almost ethereal glow. It’s exactly how I remember, flowers and hedges all around.
I leave the deck and the noise of the party behind, heading deeper into the garden. I admire the beauty around me as I walk towards the entrance of the maze.
I scan my surroundings, looking for my guys. Stopping at the entrance, I turn around and nearly jump out of my dress when I see three tall, dark figures looming over me, blocking my path.
My head snaps backwards, eyes widening at the sight of their plague doctor masks.
They’re still in their black suits, covered from head to toe, but I know my guys anywhere.
My heart races wildly in my chest, beating roughly against my ribcage.
I don’t speak, just wait for their instructions.
Jasper, the one in the middle, cocks his head to the side.
“You have three minutes to make it to the middle of the maze. Do not stop for anything, for no one. Use your time wisely, Butterfly. Get to the middle at all costs. Do what you need, do not hold back. And if you don’t make it to the middle before the timer is up, you fail. ”
“Do not fail us,” Wesley says in his usual bored tone. “I’m really looking forward to what I have planned.”
They don’t want me to just run, they want me to fight back. Like in the cemetery.
Anticipation pumps a rush of adrenaline through my body as they take a step forward, making me take a step back.
Sylas lifts up his hand, looking down at his watch. “Your time begins…” He presses something on his watch. “Now.”
With one last glance at my menacing masked men, I turn on my heel and take off into the maze.