Page 38 of Trick or Treat
His body was reportedly found at the lake early this morning, according to reports. When they recovered his body from the water, they discovered that he had been stabbed more than 70 times. His head and hands had been severed.I sputter, puking all over, not having time to make it to the bathroom. Melanie sits motionless on my bed, unable to speak as she stares at me, mouth agape and eyes wild.What the fuck happened last night, and who did this to River?
"Does it say who did it?" I ask, sounding hopeful.
As tears roll down her cheeks, she shakes her head. “No, it says they don’t currently have any suspects, and anyone with information is urged to contact Salem Police.”
I grab a towel and clean myself off while ignoring the marks all over my body and speculating as to who—if anyone—might be responsible.Who am I kidding? Of course, they're behind this. They killed Shawn; they must have killed River too.
When I regain my composure, the first thing I do is call my workplace and explain the gravity of the situation. Shock consumes me, not only because I didn’t get to say goodbye to him, but also because I can’t remember what happened last night.If I could, I might be able to figure out how River was murdered.
The buzzer for our apartment goes off, scaring the shit out of us and making us both jump frantically. Melanie follows me out of bed, clinging to my wrist for dear life. I press the button on the speaker box in the living room, my voice shaking as I speak.
"Yes?"
"This is Detective Holbrook from the Salem Police Department; do you have a moment to speak about River Wilson?"
"Yes, come on up." I buzz him up and stand at the door, fear coursing through my bones as I unlock it and wait for him.
Blade
"I still don't like the fact that we left a fucking body for the cops to find," I blurt out, taking a sip of my coffee, as we sit on the balcony, staring into Sinner's apartment.
"We've never left them a body before, and one wrong move could cost us everything."
"Relax, Blade. We covered all of our bases. Besides, it's fun watching everyone squirm," Nixon chuckles as he puffs on his first cigarette of the day.
Saint sits beside me, as quiet as can be, his gaze never leaving sinner's balcony. "When we're done in this town, I want to head to New Hampshire next," he says haphazardly, still obsessively watching her and drooling slightly.
As soon as the detectives leave their apartment, she and Melanie step out and sit down, their phones pressed to their ears, probably asking them about their whereabouts and connections to River. Last night was insane, and Scarlett killing River was the icing on the cake. Saint had the fucking brilliant idea to record everything so she could watch it when we have her with us, knowing she wouldn’t remember a thing this morning.
Only two months remain, and they can’t come soon enough.My thoughts are completely consumed by how much I’m going to fucking break her already-broken body when my eyes first land on it.
"We're not the ones who killed him anyway, so why areyouso fucking worried, Blade?" Riley asks, a smug expression on his face as he steps onto the balcony.
I jerk my head in his direction and glare at him, my teeth clenching and my fists balling in rage. "Shut the fuck up, Riley. I'm not in the mood for your ass this morning."
As he backs up into the apartment, his hands are raised in mock surrender, and the door slides shut behind him. Saint gets up and walks insidewithout saying anything, his gaze only leaving Scarlett's apartment when the door slams shut behind him.
"Well, someone is in a bad mood this morning," I laugh, turning my gaze to Nixon, who’s sitting beside me and passing me the morning blunt.
As I lean back in my chair, his hand squeezes the area above my knee, and he smirks. "So wound up this morning, huh?" he asks, his lips curling into a smirk.
"Just a little."
"And why is that? Didn't you get your dick wet last night?" When I recall the games we played with Sinner, I’m unable to control my grin or the boner that appears between my legs.
"Yeah, but it wasn't enough," I admit, making him raise his brow intriguingly.
He licks his lips and lowers his gaze to my cock. "You want a little help?"
I recline in my chair as a shiver runs down my spine and tingles along my tailbone as he moves his hand toward the bulge in my pants, biting into his bottom lip.
"Sure, put your mouth to good use, Nix." I puff on the blunt and lower my eyes to my cock as a subliminal hint to him.
He licks his lips again and eagerly began to undo my pants. He pulls out my cock and starts slowly pumping it up and down. I can feel it pulse in his hand, and my breathing becomes labored as he quickens his pace.
"Fuck, Nix," I growl, letting my head fall back against the glass door.
He grins and takes my throbbing cock between his lips, slowly rolling his tongue around the base. My legs tense as he relaxes his mouth and shoves me deep between his lips. The head of my cock hits the back of his throat, and like a pro, he doesn't gag. Nixon tightens his lips around my shaft and continues sucking, working his tongue and lips up and down my cock. I fist his hair, shoving him down and forcing my shaft deeper into his throat.