Page 137 of Love Me in the Dark

Ten minutes later, Jonas comes down the stairs, bag in hand.

“About fucking time,” I snort.

“Fuck you. Let’s go, it’s time to party,” he sings, as he dances toward the car.

Standing up, I fall in line behind him and Jensen, stopping long enough to lock the door.

All I can think about is what’s to come tonight.

It takes about twenty minutes to make it to the party. The spot where all the fun will start. It’s here where we will, one by one, lead them to their pending deaths. Not that they know.

We park our car off the side of the dirt path. We already have our all-terrain vehicles hidden just out of sight for those places that will take us a little longer to get to, especially with the extra weight we’ll be carrying.

When we step into the house, the party is in full swing. Bodies are grinding on each other as the music blares, drugs and alcohol being spread around.

As I look around the living room, eager to spot our marks, I catch sight of the leeches: Jenny, Allie, and Ellie. Their eyes lock with mine, but instead of sauntering over to us, wrapping their limbs around us, marking us as theirs, they stand there, glaringback with matching smirks on their faces. Then they turn and walk away.

They just walk away. Odd. Not hated. But odd. At least they’re not going to be a distraction now.

Jonas bumps my shoulder. “There’s your guy. Want to go ahead and get him?”

I look in the direction that Jonas nods his head, and low and behold, there's the man I can’t wait to kill. Dylan St James.

If he wasn’t already going to die tonight, I wonder how he’d react to being drugged and raped by some fucking burly-ass dude. Having his asshole ripped open as he bleeds on their cock as they use his body for any depraved sexual act they wanted? Then when they’re done, tossing him in the yard with no memory of what happened, only the physical scars.

I reach into my pocket, letting my hand hold the tiny packet. When we thought of the best course of action to get the three men where we wanted them, we all settled on one. Drugs.

“So how are we handling this?” Jonas whispers. “Because my guy just stepped up beside him. We can get two birds with one stone.”

I glance over and there he is. Philip Masterson. Yeah, he won’t fare well with this role reversal tonight. Let’s see how he likes someone deriving their pleasure by inflicting pain on him. My mind is running through all the vile words that Jonas is going to come up with to carve into his body.

“Since they like drugs, let's give them both some. An extra dose. Keeps us from having to make an extra trip.” I smirk.

Jensen heads over to the keg, making two beers and bringing them back to us. We form a circle off to the side and I pull the baggie out, pouring a considerable amount of the dissolvable powder into each of the cups. After using my finger to stir them up, I make sure to wipe the liquid off on my pants. Wouldn't want to inadvertently get a taste of it myself.

“Where’s your bimbo of the night?” I ask, but right on time, she comes slithering over to us. She’ll do anything for the right price, no questions asked, and her payment of choice is cash.

Rose Stephens, the school slut, willing to open her legs for anyone who wants to pay.

“Hey, Jensie,” she wraps her arms around his neck, and I can see him cringing at her touch.

“It’s Jensen, Rose.” He grasps her arms, removing them from his neck, then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash. “I need a favor. We’ve got a little game going tonight with Dylan and Philip. We need you to take these drinks over to them and make sure they drink them. Once they finish them, lead them out to the woods, promising them a good time. We’ll take it from there.”

She takes the cash, counting the bills before slipping it into her bra, giving us all a little wink. “Easy enough.”

Rose takes the drinks from Jonas and goes to walk off.

“Remember, they’re not from us, and make sure they drink it all before you lead them out there,” I remind her. We don’t need her fucking going rogue on our asses.

We wait, making sure they take the bait, and just as we suspected, they eat it up. Once they’ve taken a few sips, we duck out of the room and make our way to the meetup spot.

Tonight is going easier than we expected.

Twilight has just hit, and it’s beginning to get dark, giving us the perfect cover. We don’t have to wait long before we see Rose heading our way, each of her arms looped through one of theirs as they drunkenly stagger our way.

“Here you go, boys. Pleasure doing business with you.” She pulls her arms out of their grasp and they topple to the ground, crawling around like a pitiful mess.

“Thanks. And remember, if anyone asks, you wanted to fuck, and they passed out before anything could happen and you left them.”