Page 38 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats (Till Death Do Us Part #1)

Atticus

One year later…

“I did it!” Lilah shouts, throwing her arms in the air.

I shake my head, humored at her excitement over killing someone.

“You did it, Kitten.”

I wipe at the spots of blood on her face, then dip down for a kiss. The metallic taste is still there, but I don’t mind. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten someone’s blood in my mouth. I pull back, but she grips my shirt.

“We need to celebrate.”

“Oh yeah?”

Her hands work at the button and zipper on my jeans. She moves to get to her knees, but I hold her up and spin her around. “Not like that,” I say. “I want to feel your pussy around my cock.”

I walk us forward until she’s pressed against the wall, then I shove her pants down and slip inside her.

“Fuck, Kitten.”

“Atticus, you feel so good,” she moans as she rocks against me.

With my hand around her throat and the other around her waist, holding her in place, I fuck her hard and fast until she’s pulsing around me. I come a moment later with my teeth sunk into her neck. When my balls are empty, I pull out and fix her pants. She turns to me with a drunken smile.

“Don’t tell me you guys are fucking again.” I glance over my shoulder and find Violet across the room, my brother standing right behind her.

Yes, we found her, and to say I’m happy with how my life is… is fucking crazy.

I did not think being around the right kind of people is what I was missing. All it took was them and some answers. My brother and I still talk about our lives, and each time we do, I feel a little better.

Not enough to stop killing, though.

James stares at Violet with hearts in his eyes the size of elephants. He’s got it so fucking bad for her, and she’s stringing him along.

I overheard her telling Lilah that she likes him, but she’s having fun with him. It’s mean, but it’s so Violet. James doesn’t seem to mind, and so I sit back and watch.

“What does it matter to you?” I ask, buttoning my pants.

“Just pissed that you two are always getting some, while I get none.”

My gaze goes to James, and I raise a brow. He clears his throat, then says, “Everyone upstairs is dead.”

“I got my third kill!” Lilah calls out as she pops around me.

“Fuck yeah, kitty cat!” Violet says, holding her arms out. Lilah runs to her, and they share an adorable hug. Yes, I said adorable. That’s what they are together. My best friend and my girlfriend.

James moves to my side as Violet and Lilah leave the room, to do who knows what.

“Everything is clean upstairs?”

James nods. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Great.”

We’ve taken it upon ourselves to handle the trafficking situation in Paris.

Though we’ll never entirely rid it of the problem, we’re handling a good chunk of it.

We have the girls to lure the men out, who lead us back to their “safe” houses.

We infiltrate and kill. We make the news, but no one seems to care.

And not only are we ridding the world of these scum, we’re saving people, which is also kind of cool.

I’ve lost count of the number of women we’ve freed already, but I’d be lying if I said I cared.

Yes, it’s cool, but it’s not why I’m doing this.

I’m too selfish to put myself in this situation for other people.

I’m doing it for me, because even though I can say I’m happy, I’m still a killer at heart. That’s never going to change.

“Oh, that guy got back to me. About our father?” James says as we make our way out of the room and toward the back door. The girls are already over there waiting.

“And?”

“Nothing.”

I huff out a laugh. “Maybe we really are the devil’s children.”

James barks out a laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”

Finding our father isn’t as important as it was last year.

Yes, I’d like to know, but I’m fine not knowing.

The information I have is good enough. It’s settled a lot of things in me.

Besides, I don’t think finding him is going to do us any good.

He can’t do anything for us, and there aren’t any questions he’d be able to answer.

He was never around. Though, I guess it’s possible he could tell me why I was given up, because I still don’t have a solid answer to that.

James has a theory though. It’s plausible.

Our mother got pregnant from our father and knew she wouldn’t keep it from the beginning. She didn’t know she was pregnant with twins. I came out, she got rid of me. When he came out, she thought it was a sign. James said she talked about signs a lot, though that could have been the drugs talking.

It’s possible I’ll never have an answer to that question, but like the shit with our father, I don’t think it matters anymore. I’ve made peace with a lot of shit in my life.

When we make it back home to our quiet town of Rambouillet, we pull into the driveway and go our separate ways. I was lucky to find this piece of land that already had two houses built on it. One is much bigger, and so that’s where James and Violet live—just not together.

Lilah said she wanted a small, intimate place to live, and so we took the smaller house toward the back.

We’ve done a lot of updates to it, decorated it the way she wants, and it has a very homey feel to it.

It’s comfortable. Much better than the house I was living in before, and a million times better than all the foster homes I lived in.

They tried so hard to make their houses feel like home, but it was all fake.

This is real.

James and Violet don’t live together, exactly. They’ve split the house into two and have their own space. Though, I think it’s only a matter of time before they’re fucking and then living with each other.

When we step inside, Lilah takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom in the far back of the house.

It wasn’t here when we first moved in, but she insisted it get built to look just like the one we had.

It overlooks our backyard, which isn’t as big as the one at home, but it’s even more beautiful.

The tub is bigger, which gives us more room to mess around in.

Plus, we put a drain on the floor around the tub to help with all the water sloshing out since Lilah likes to fill it up to the very top.

I get the bath going while she gets undressed. It takes forever to fill up, and so while we wait, I fuck her again.

“Fuck, Atticus,” Lilah groans, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Your cock feels so good.”

I pull her closer to the edge of the countertop, needing to go deeper. Her hands go around my neck, nails digging in as I slam into her.

“You feel so fucking good, Kitten.”

I kiss along her neck and shoulder, sucking on her skin and leaving marks. I still never tire of seeing them there.

“I want you to come,” she whispers in my ear. “Come for me, Atty.”

With a growl, I fuck her harder and give into the pleasure instead of holding it off.

I grunt out my release, cum spilling out of her and landing on the floor.

I drop to my knees and clean up my mess while making her come.

Her body shakes and trembles, and she nearly falls off the counter where she’s sitting.

By the time we’re done, the tub is nearly full, so I lift her up and set her in the water before climbing in after her.

She hums happily, getting comfortable between my legs. We sit in the quiet, staring out the window at the darkness that lies beyond. The darkness that has somehow become a comfort to me and no longer an enemy. I’ve won this battle, and I have my kitten to thank for it.

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