R.I.P.

by Charity B.

  The melody of his moans mixed with the vibration of his lips has me gasping. His fingers dig into my thighs as he feasts on me. The wet sounds of his tongue lapping at me is beyond erotic, and I rock against him faster. His head moving while he devours me is the sexiest thing on the planet.

  “Fuck,” Mikkel growls. He shoots to his feet, his hand squeezing the back of Thomas’ neck to bend him over the couch next to me. “You’re going to give me a run for my money, aren’t you, little killer?”

  I’ve never met anyone like Mikkel before. He kind of makes me feel like Daddy did, except I would have never wanted Daddy to see me and Kai this way. I want to make Mikkel proud. I want him to love me.

  The pressure of Kai’s tongue pushes my body into the tingling numbness that always consumes me right before I’m about to burst apart. I am so close when a quick, stabbing pain shoots between my legs, ripping me from the edge. Thomas holds himself up by his arms as Mikkel spreads his bottom cheeks apart, sticking his finger in the hole that looks like a crinkled star before spitting on it and violently ramming into him. Malakai hasn’t slowed down, bringing my orgasm back within reach. He keeps a steady pace, taking me back to the brink. The second before I break into a million pieces, Mikkel holds my chin in his grip.

  “Look at me when he makes you come.”

  I obey without thinking, Kai’s mouth giving me an ecstasy I can’t control. It hurts so badly, yet I refuse to tear my gaze from Mikkel’s. When Kai’s tongue licks me over the cliff to my excruciating orgasm, I cry out my release. Mikkel continues to assault Thomas’ body when Malakai looks up to him.

  “Do you think it would hurt her if I fucked her ass?”

  He’s never done that before. I’m not sure if I’m excited or scared. Maybe both. “You won’t know unless you try,” Mikkel responds.

  The soft pad of his finger massages my secret place while he asks, “Is that okay?”

  I realize, everything with him is okay. He would never hurt me. “Yes.”

  That ornery smirk has me rocking against his touch. He stays on his knees, unfastening his jeans and lifting my legs higher. The pressure of his cock pushing against the spot that’s never been touched gives me goosebumps, until he tries to shove in deeper. Instinctively, I pull away from the unfamiliar pain. How the heck is Thomas taking it like that? And enjoying it?

  “Lick her ass. She needs lubrication.” Mikkel pulls out of Thomas, his tongue lapping at the puckered hole to teach Malakai how.

  He watches our cousin with eagerness. After a few moments, he drops down, lifting my butt higher. Mikkel is a good teacher, and Kai is a quick learner because the way his tongue moves against my bottom is making stars light up across my vision.

  “Like this?”

  “Ask your sister,” Mikkel answers.

  Kai’s eyes meet mine when he asks, “Does this feel good?”

  “Y-yes…keep doing that.”

  Mikkel is making Thomas moan so loud. The harder he fucks him, the faster Thomas strokes his own cock. “Mikkel, I’m gonna…”

  A stream of thick, white semen sprays against the fuzzy, black fabric. “That’s my good boy.” Mikkel kisses down his back, whispering words of praise.

  Malakai sits back up, gently pushing against my now slippery bottom hole. It doesn’t hurt as bad as before, but once the head is all the way in, I squeeze Princess Sparkle, tensing as I dig my nails into his arms.

  “You need to relax, Adriel. Keep your muscles loose, and don’t tense up. It’ll help him slide in easier, I promise.” Thomas moans out his instructions.

  “Don’t forget the clit, keep giving her attention there too.”

  Kai obeys Mikkel, rubbing his thumb in circles. With a deep breath, I try to do as Thomas says, my body slacking against the couch. The uncomfortable sensation of him pushing inside me suddenly shifts, and I realize it actually feels really nice.

  Really, really nice.

  “Oh, oh God.”

  “Does it feel good? Because it sure as fuck does to me,” Kai grins.

  His words, his body above mine, this entire situation, has me pushing farther onto his shaft as I nod. He slowly increases his speed, and before long he’s pounding into me as hard as he would my pussy.

  “This feels so different.” he gasps.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Mikkel growls. “You two are going to make me come.”

  My fingers dig into Kai’s hips as they buck into me. He moans, “Fuck, me too.”

  They both groan with pleasure, emptying themselves into me and Thomas, their muscles flexing with their last few strokes.

  Mikkel laughs as he looks at us both, taking in the scene a final time. He’s still inside Thomas when his hand cups the back of Kai’s neck. “Welcome home.”

  Four Months Later…

  Malakai

  18 years old

  We’re dead now.

  Our bodies were pulled from the Columbia River, water logged and bound. The photos attached to the article are gruesome. The search for us picked up pace a few weeks ago when there had been multiple ‘sightings’ of us in and around Washington. They were all bogus of course. The closer they thought they were getting to us, the higher they raised the ransom. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t gotten a kick out of reading about the wild goose chase Mikkel had led the police on these last few weeks. They never found the couple that Adriel mutilated, but they did find the man in Oklahoma, though we were never officially charged for that one.

  Until now, we’ve had to be careful in public, even with our changes in appearance, but since we’re technically dead, we finally get the freedom we’ve been promised.

  I’ve learned that while Mikkel makes it a priority to be personally involved in every one of his business dealings, he also has a large employee roster. He loves to say, It requires many gears in order to make a clock work.

  With all the people it took to fake our deaths, I see what he means. He used one of his suppliers to purchase the bodies that were used and had a stylist come in to do their hair like ours before having them transported to Vancouver. At the same time he had people tipping off the police, he had others dumping the bodies in the river. Lastly, he used his law enforcement contacts to forge the coroner’s report to say that the bodies were, in fact, ours.

  Drinking my coffee, I watch Adriel inhaling her waffles. I chuckle at her, and she looks up at me, grinning with a mouth full of food. It’s still weird to see her with blonde hair. Even her eyebrows are bleached light. I need to stop calling her Adriel. As of last week, she officially became Adeline Monroe. Mikkel wasn’t lying when he said he had his hands in many pots. For him, obtaining new identities seemed to be as easy as ordering shoes online.

  In my mind, she’ll always be Adriel. When we’re at the house, I still call her that, though Mikkel chides me every time, saying I need to get used to calling her Adeline. I still struggle answering to Matias Boudreaux. Not having the same last name as her bugs me more than I expected. I’m going to have to change that with a ring like normal couples do. I can certainly afford one now.

  I recently found out how much work goes into hiding copious amounts of money earned illegally. According to legal documents, our family owns mineral mines, which Mikkel jokingly calls laundromats because that’s how the money is ‘cleaned.’

  Sometimes I wonder how my dad could have chosen to leave this life behind. Other times, I know exactly why he did. There’s a lot of shady shit going on that I’m sure gnawed on his conscience. Maybe that’s how he rationalized ridding the world of the evil he believed he came from?

  To me, there’s no difference. Whether it’s sinners or Mikkel’s clients—it’s all the same.

  Adriel and I now have access to more money than I’ve ever seen in my life. We could easily get our own place, but Mikkel isn’t too keen on us moving out yet. While he would never forbid us from doing anything, he doesn’t hide his clear opinion on the matter either. He likes having us here. Honestly, I like us being here too.r />
  Last night, as he sat in the chair by our bed, Thomas sucking his cock to the sight of us fucking, he told us he had a new job for us. Him watching us was not something I expected to be so hot, but it gets me stone hard to hear the things he says about us in the heat of arousal.

  I can’t help thinking that everything happened exactly how it was supposed to. Family nights with Mom and Dad prepared me for the things I now have to do. Sometimes, it’s cutting up and storing body parts. Other times, it’s packaging organs. There are days we deliver product and days we pick it up. Our more gruesome jobs are Adriel’s favorite. I can’t believe the stupid decisions people make based on greed. If they cross Mikkel, or even think about hurting me or Adriel, they are not only taken out of this world, they are taken out slowly. Just like my sister, my cousin likes to play with his kills.

  Adriel and I do most of our jobs together, though sometimes we’ll go with either Mikkel, Thomas, or one of his other associates. In the past few months, Thomas and I have become close. He’s my very first real friend. He tries desperately to pretend as if he’s not madly in love with Mikkel, but when he looks at him like his every movement is a work of art, it gives him away. I really hope my cousin realizes what he has someday.

  Adriel’s dark eyelashes flutter. “Matias, can we go to the beach today before we go to work?”

  I love seeing her in a bathing suit. Her little tummy has the smallest pooch from the baby. After meeting Mikkel, the idea of keeping it wasn’t so daunting. Not to mention the fact that she tried to end the pregnancy and it didn’t work, tells me we were meant to be this child’s parents. Mikkel definitely encouraged us to keep it. Now that some time has passed, I can honestly say we’re all excited. Part of me is heartbroken that Mom and Dad won’t ever get to meet or hold the baby.

  I’ve really been working on forgiving my mother. Mikkel says she can’t feel my rage. The hate only affects me. Talks with him have really helped. He told me that no matter how much I hate her, seeing as she felt death was her only option, she likely despised herself even more.

  I look at Mikkel who nods his permission. “Sure. As long as you’re at the address I gave you before seven tonight.”

  Adriel claps her hands in excitement. Our job doesn’t require us to actually kill as much as she’d like. In my opinion, it requires it plenty, and I’m so proud of her for not shedding a drop of blood from anyone she wasn’t supposed to since we got here.

  Well, besides one, but that was shortly after we first arrived. It was only the third job Mikkel had given us and the night we learned that we don’t possess the pacing or finesse required to torture someone for information.

  Tonight, though, is a free for all. One of Mikkel’s clients, Jeff Kneed, hadn’t placed his regular heart, eye, and kidney orders in a while. Then three weeks ago, he requested more than he ever had before. Mikkel felt off about it, so he refused to fill the order. Through some investigation and light stalking, it was confirmed that Jeff had gotten in trouble with the authorities, talking where he shouldn’t have. So, tonight we’ll be cutting off that problematic loose end.

  In my deepest thoughts, I still question if what we’re doing is wrong. In reality, though, I don’t really feel like it’s any different than family nights were. Besides, the effect it has on Adriel is incredible. She’s always smiling, free to be who she is without judgment or fear.

  Mikkel offered to get her medication for her hallucinations, but none of us really want that for her. I love her exactly how she is. I don’t want to change a single part of her, and she doesn’t want her creations to stop talking to her.

  Once her waffles are gone, leaving nothing besides excess syrup on her plate, she jumps up in excitement to go change.

  Mikkel grins after her, placing his coffee cup on the table. “Do you have everything you need for tonight?”

  “We’re getting low on duct tape, and Ad…eline has almost used all the concertina wire. She loves that shit.”

  He laughs, shaking his head as he stands. “My little killer.” His hand pats my back as he walks toward his study. “You’ll have both in your cases this afternoon.”

  I climb the massive staircase to our room where Adriel is talking with Beddy. “I want to know too. We only have to wait a few more weeks. Then we can pick a name.”

  Coming up behind her, I slide my arms around her waist, resting my head on her shoulder. “What are you guys talking about?”

  “If it’s going to be a boy or a girl. It’s driving us bonkers to not know yet.”

  Sometimes I love her so fucking much my chest feels sore. I can’t wait to see who we created together. Kissing her neck I ask, “Are you ready?”

  “Beddy wants to know if she can come too.”

  She’s asking, yet she’s already picking up the toy, so I’m pretty sure my response is irrelevant. “Of course.” My shorts fall to the floor before I step into my trunks. “Who’s coming with us tonight?” I make sure I have my camera and everything we need inside the mermaid beach bag.

  Her sunglasses cover her sparkling eyes. “I promised Sluma she could come.” Skipping out of the room she sings, “I’m gonna stab, stab, stab the man, disembowel his guts, scoop out both his eyeballs, and cut off both his nuts!”

  Jesus. “Did you just make that up?” I laugh. She can be so fucked up sometimes.

  “Yes. Do you like it?”

  With a grin, I nod. “It’s adorably morbid. Just like you.”

  She jumps down to the landing, telling me over her shoulder, “I’m going to say goodbye to Mikkel. I’ll be right back.”

  “Sing him your song.”

  Even living in this beautiful place, her smile is the most exquisite sight I see each day.

  Pulling out my keys still gives me such a rush. Mikkel got me an Audi A8 a couple months ago. I’ve never driven anything like it.

  I slide onto the sleek, black seat, sighing at the sound of the engine purring. As I pull out of the garage, Adriel runs from the front door of our huge house with her hand on her stomach, smiling at me when she jumps inside.

  One night, four months ago, my life went from perilous to paradise. I was terrified our lives were over when they were really just beginning. Lacing my fingers between hers, I pick up my sunglasses from the console.

  “Let’s go to the beach.”

  The site is already set up when we arrive. I was surprised the first time we did this at how similar things were compared to family night. Plastic covers every surface in the room. Our cases contain everything we could possibly need to kill this man and to take our time doing it.

  Mikkel has us wear white uniforms. Adriel loves it because she likes to see how much blood gets on her. When she told him that, he laughed and said that he felt the same way.

  A ping sounds in my white pants pocket. I take out my phone to see a text from Mikkel.

  My evening has freed up. Thomas and I will be joining you shortly.

  I text back a quick response as Adriel unpacks our cases. “Thomas and Mikkel are coming.”

  She claps her hands with a squeal. “Yay! It’s been so long since it was just the four of us!”

  I’ve learned over the past several weeks that Mikkel and Adriel are very similar. Blood and violence turn them on. They both see things through a different filter than everyone else. Somehow, they balance kindness and malevolence with precision. When they get the chance to kill together, their grim collaboration can be truly awe-inspiring.

  As I watch her dance around in her white dress with Sluma, only hearing half of their conversation, Thomas and Mikkel come in through the back door.

  “Mikkel!” She barely lets him walk in the room before she presses her palms together about to ask for something. “Can we please set up a booby trap? I’ve always wanted to.”

  He and Thomas are both dressed like I am. We, along with everything else, are clean and clinical, but in less than an hour, this place will be a mess. The fact that he has his own personal clean-up crew is
very convenient.

  Holding her chin in his hand he asks, “What did you have in mind, my little killer?”

  For a moment, she’s silent in contemplation, then her head suddenly jerks to Sluma, eyes widening with a smile. “That’s a great idea! Sluma thinks we should turn all the lights off and fasten concertina wire at the base of the door, so when he walks in, he’ll cut his legs and trip over it.” Nodding her understanding to her doll, she runs to her unpacked case and picks up a box of caltrops. “Then we can put these on the floor. He’ll land on them when he falls.”

  Mikkel tilts his head, clearly conflicted about the idea. Eventually, his desire to make her happy wins out, just like it always does. “Go on, set it up. We’ll try it.”

  Using a hammer, she nails the wire at the entrance, testing its tautness. I cross my arms and stand next to Mikkel. “How did you talk Jeff into coming here, anyway?”

  “He thinks he’s meeting McKenna. He likes his woman to have a little something extra.”

  “Like what?”

  “A dick.” He takes a flask from Thomas’ hand, throwing back a long swig before handing it to me. “All it took was one look under her skirt, and he was begging her for a time and place.” He watches Adriel strategically placing the caltrops on the floor. “You’ve met McKenna, right?”

  I nod. She’s one of his employees. Last month, Adriel and I went with her to South Carolina to deliver vials of adrenaline to a creepy, mute guy in a suit.

  Once Adriel’s trap is prepared, she runs over to ask Mikkel, “Can someone bring him to my creation station when we’re finished?”

  His finger bops her nose. “Of course, that’s what I gave it to you for.”

  She gives him a tight hug before coming to stand next to me. Thomas turns off the light, leaving us to wait in the dark. Adriel’s singing is the only sound for the next fifteen minutes.

  The door opens, sending orange streaks of the evening sun across the room. I hold my breath when I hear a man’s voice. “What is—” His holler is cut short by a thud before he really starts screaming.