Epilogue
Jericho
One year later…
(The Urban Steel Awards Afterparty at the Montebeth Hotel)
My eyes land on Trey Mattson as he holds up his award and shows it off to the people around him.
He takes another sip of his champagne, and my lips twitch.
The poison works quickly, and he stumbles forward before excusing himself to go to the restroom.
As he makes his way down the dark hallway, my eyes scan the room.
About sixty feet away, Skylar pulls out his phone and holds it up as he hits record. Hunter and Monty lean in. Monty, the sweet little blond twink, is always so happy and clueless, but I’m surprised when Hunter plays it up for the camera, smiling like a damn celebrity in his blue designer suit.
When I finally met the intimidating man whom my fiancé calls his mentor, I was shocked to see how handsome and posh he was, despite the menacing tattoos on the backs of his hands.
He wasn’t just a wealthy asshole; he was a lawyer and a self-made billionaire.
Sometimes, just looking at him, I wonder what the hell Skylar even sees in me.
But then, it’s moments like these that I remember all the pretty people Skylar surrounds himself with; the way he doesn’t look at any of them the way he looks at me.
The minx fucking worships me, just like I worship him.
Let’s just say our obsession is mutual, and it shows in our actions every single day.
About three months ago, I finally got the guts to propose to Skylar.
I’ve been so damn eager to do it for ages, perhaps starting the day we killed Franko, or probably even before that.
I carried a damn ring on me for months. But the perfect opportunity arose one day when we went walking in our favorite park.
We approached a spot he used to visit with his sister, and I was surprised he didn’t think to plant any of the pretty flowers there.
An idea sprang to mind, and it just happened that I had a little bag of white amethyst seeds with me.
Ever since I learned Skylar was behind the sudden town-wide bloom of the pretty flower, it’s something I’ve made sure to do.
For years, he’s been planting them in honor of Fiona.
That day, I bent down on the ground and planted a few of the seeds, ignoring the way my jeans dug into the dirt.
When I glanced up, Skylar was teary-eyed and so happy, I knew I had to pull out the ring and ask. It didn’t need to be extravagant or expensive; it just needed to be right.
I chuckle to myself as Skylar’s ring catches the light and winks at me from across the room.
When Hunter distracts Monty, I notice Skylar slipping away down the corridor and out of view. I wait about thirty-five seconds, the amount of time it should take Skylar to walk down the hall and slip into the security room. Pulling out my encrypted phone, I send Skylar a text.
Jericho: Hey, love. Headed to the restroom.
I count to twelve before slowly walking toward the hallway. And when Hunter pulls out his phone for a selfie with Monty, I pause behind him, ensuring I’m secretly in the picture.
Now that both alibis are in place, I wait for Skylar’s text.
Minx: In the security room now. Looks like Briggs, the security guy, is a big fan of mine!
Minx: He didn’t even notice when his security screens flickered.
Minx: He only has eyes for me. *wink emoji*
I growl out loud, pausing to reread his messages. I tap out a quick reply.
Jericho: Don’t you dare let him touch you. Not unless I’m there to watch.
It’s a joke, especially since Skylar mostly stopped filming porn as much when our relationship went viral. He finally came clean about being the owner of Studio 221 and decided to put his focus into directing videos and running a safe place for other porn stars to film.
Checking my phone again, I half expect the brat to tease me a bit, maybe rile me up enough to storm over there, but he knows we’re on a job. Plus, I trust him. More than anyone or anything in this whole damn world.
Minx: Don’t worry, my sexy brute, I have a special surprise for you tonight.
I remember the jeweled butt plug I placed inside of him, and the way his greedy little hole tried to swallow it.
My dick jumps with excitement. We were in the limo just outside the venue.
The blackout windows and cheering crowd just outside our limo doors made everything that much more thrilling.
Who knew Skylar would turn me into such an exhibitionist?
Jericho: Good boy.
Minx: Video feed is on a loop, starting now. You have ten minutes before the system reboots.
Walking quickly down the hall, I push the restroom door open and lock it after I enter. Trey is in an open stall, throwing up into a toilet, his trophy on the ground next to him. I make my way over to the man, checking each stall as I pass.
“Hey there,” I approach. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” He waves me away without even looking. “I probably just drank a little too much.”
“Oh no,” I chuckle. “I don’t think it’s alcohol. It’s probably just the poison my fiancé slipped you when you weren’t looking.”
“What?” Confused, he stands up straight and looks over his shoulder, giving me the perfect angle.
I stab the syringe into his neck.
It takes twenty minutes for Trey Mattson to wake up. Two minutes for Skylar to list his crimes. And thirty seconds for a stunned Trey to start in on the threats.
Skylar laughs that high, manic laugh that makes my dick hard. His pretty brown hair whips in the wind as we stand on the hotel’s private rooftop. “By this time tomorrow, everyone will know just what kind of person you are, Trey.”
He thrashes against his binds.
I step forward, pulling out a small slip of paper and tucking it into his suit pocket. When the police find his body, they’ll find the list of victims too.
“My little minx here has already sent proof of your crimes to all the local news outlets.” I glance at Skylar. “What do you think, love? Is Trey here worth poisoning?”
Skylar hums as if in thought, and I’m brought back to the memories of when Skylar and I killed Charlie about a year ago.
“Yeah, I think he is,” Skylar finally replies.
Pulling out a syringe of his own, he stabs it violently into Trey’s neck.
Together, we watch when he takes his last breath.
When he’s dead, Skylar pulls out the single white amethyst flower and tosses it on Trey’s body.
I yank Skylar to me, letting him feel how hard I am. “Fuck,” I whisper directly into his ear. “You’re vicious. Vicious and beautiful.”
“So are you, love.” He laughs, panting now.
“You’re just like me. My other half.” The words must rile us up even more, because suddenly we’re making out like fucking teenagers.
There’s something heady and intoxicating about knowing there’s someone out there in the world who will accept you, fucked-up darkness and all.
“Say it,” he begs. “Tell me we’re the same.”
God, I love this man so much.
He leans into my embrace, and I trap him there against me. I let my hand trail down to his pants before popping the button open. I chuckle roughly when he starts to grind harder against me. “That’s right, angel. You’re vicious. Vicious like me.”
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