Chapter Forty
Damon
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to waking up in Brynne’s house. We need to buy a bigger bed if we all think we can sleep on the same mattress. I don’t know how Brynne managed to get out for work this morning. I contemplated pretending to be a patient just to go see her, but I couldn’t raise any suspicions at her workplace. We are living off of the money we had saved from previous jobs, but that will soon run out. I don’t want Brynne to think she has to support our four dumbasses.
I grab my phone and it instantly pings with a text. My blood boils when I read it.
Playing doctor are we? I
don't blame you, she sure
is pretty.
A picture of Brynne walking into her office building is sent to me right after. I can feel my heart accelerate and it feels like I’m about to go into cardiac arrest. If he touches a hair on top of her head, I'll shred him to pieces.
If you touch her, I'll
fucking kill you.
You'll have to figue out
who I am first.
This sick fuck is threatening the wrong fucking person. I call Brynne and her phone goes straight to voicemail. “Fuck,” I yell. The boys wake up and see the expression on my face.
“ What’s wrong?” Sawyer asks first.
“Brynne won't answer her fucking phone,” I say frantically as I look for my clothes on the floor.
“ She’s at work Damon,” Ryker says.
“ Why are you freaking out man?” Matteo asks.
I show them the texts and Ryker and Matteo jump up to get dressed too. Sawyer doesn’t move and looks like he is thinking. “Wait,” he says.
“Wait for what? This fuck is going to hurt her if we don’t go over there,” I spat.
“That’s what he wants you to think. He was only told to kill you for not taking care of Epson right?” he asks.
“I don’t fucking know, but if he thinks he can threaten Brynne and get away with it then he fucked with the wrong guy.”
“Let’s go,” Ryker says as he slips his shirt on.
“Fucking wait,” Sawyer yells. We all stop and wait for him to continue. “This guy is just taunting you. He is probably just watching Epson since last I checked that prick is still alive. The fact that he knows that Brynne is with us shows that he is watching you too. Give me my laptop,” he demands. Matteo hands him the computer and I watch impatiently as he types away on it.
“For fucks sake Sawyer, we don’t have time for this,” I snap. I walk toward the door.
“Look,” Sawyer says as he turns the computer to show us the live feed of the office and Brynne safely inside at the front desk. “She’s fine. I can have the feed up all day to make sure. I’ll send a message to Clara to make sure to track her phone and car too.”
“We should at least call her and warn her that someone is watching her,” Matteo says.
“No, none of us can go to her workplace besides Ryker. If this guy is watching you then he probably knows us and that Ryker only goes to the office on Mondays,” Sawyer adds. I hate that he is right, but I still can't fight the urge to protect Brynne.
“A call would just warn her Sawyer,” Ryker pleads.
“I know she is a master of stonewalling her emotions, but after last night I don’t think we should risk it. She wasn’t ready to tell us all of that. She's out of her element now and he could notice it once she leaves,” he stresses.
I know he is right, but I don’t think I can sit here and pretend like nothing is wrong while Brynne is in danger. This is all my fault in the first place. If I had just killed Epson instead of listening to Brynne then this all could have been avoided. “What do we do then?” Matteo asks.
“I was going to show this to you guys last night when we were talking about David, but we got preoccupied,” Sawyer pulls up a flyer for a local haunted house event this Thursday. “Penfield is sponsoring part of this event and he will be there. It would be the perfect cover to get him alone.”
“Won’t he still have security on him with Max still missing?” Ryker asks.
“Yes, but we will be actors in the haunted house,” Sawyer explains.
“You think an old fuck like Penfield is going to go through the haunted house?” I ask .
“Did you not read the entire thing? He said that if the haunted attraction raises enough money then he will go through the haunted house. With sympathy points of his son missing, the money will be raised. It’s the perfect setting to kill him.”
Sawyer may be the tech guy of the group, but he is far more than just computers. This plan may just work. With the chaos of the haunted house, we wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning the crime scene since it will already be contaminated with the other haunted house goers. Thinking about killing Penfield there makes my cock hard. People watching thinking it's part of the attraction and then later finding out about it.
“I’m listening,” I say. The guys look at Sawyer as he explains his plan. Where we all will be and how we can pull this off without bringing any suspicion upon ourselves. I’m listening, but my mind is elsewhere. I can’t stop thinking about Brynne. I look at the clock and sigh. There are so many hours left until she is home. I feel like a clingy fuck waiting for his girlfriend to get home. Brynne is far from my girlfriend; I don’t even know what we would call ourselves if someone were to ask.
After Sawyer finishes explaining what he has planned, Matteo and Ryker escape to the kitchen. Sawyer sits at the table and maps out the haunted attraction. We need every entrance and exit to not only the house but the property as well. We will have to get out of there quickly after we kill him. Security is going to be swarming the place and we only have to take out the guys on the inside.
I walk down to the basement and open the secret door in the wall. I’ve been trying to memorize the tunnels down here too. I still can’t believe that the little girl I knew has built something like this. I never could have imagined that Sarah would turn out to be such a bloodthirsty killer. Maybe I had something to do with it. The thought makes my heart race.
Brynne deserves revenge and she has set herself up to enact it perfectly. This plan will work and we can find the men who hurt her. I get to the torture room with a bunch of tools and medical supplies on a table against the wall. I look around the stone structure and land on the stone slab in the middle. I wonder if this was always here or if Brynne made this too.
The image of her killing so many people here has me hard. I walk over to the stone slab and run my fingers over the cold rock. I unzip my pants and palm my cock. Images of Brynne the day we killed Wyatt flash like a slideshow in my head. I stroke my cock to the perfect performance of her. The way she got Wyatt to admit to his desires. The bloodlust in her eyes when she shoved his own gun up his ass. I was waiting for the gun to go off. For her to kill that useless bag of meat.
The demand in her voice when she forced him to clean it off. I tilt my head back and let the sensation of my hand pumping my cock fill my body. Max was tied down here for days. Tortured with the tools mere feet away from me. His blood had to of soaked into this stone. I can feel my balls tighten at the thought. Then I picture his scream when she cut off his finger, I push my hips forward and the tip of my cock touches the cold stone. He had to have been in so much pain after she cut him over and over. I grip my cock tighter and think of Brynne’s face. The satisfaction she gets on her face when she kills.
My balls empty and I cum all over the stone slab. “Fucking hell,” I say breathlessly. My cum coats the top of the slab. I tuck myself back in my pants and leave it. The next time we bring a sorry fuck back here, he can lay in it. He doesn’t deserve much better anyway.