Page 72 of Trick or Treat
Still not reacting, Saint sits there and watches some murder documentary on the ID Channel, looking hypnotized more than he ever has.He looks like he's about to have a psychotic break. He needs his fucking meds.
"Saint, I think it's time for your meds, brother," Riley says, taking the words right out of my mouth before I had the chance to say them.
The three of us look at each other, then look at Scarlett, then back at Saint, who doesn't even acknowledge us. Nothing but the sound of murderous screams come from the TV and sinner's sobs fill my ears, making me want to scoop her into my arms and hold her tightly. Growing annoyed, Nixon grabs the remote and turns the TV off, finally getting Saint's attention.
"I was fucking watching that."
"Well we were fucking talking to you," Nixon snaps, annoyed with his behavior, much like the rest of us.
"What the fuck do you want?" Saint bites, lighting a cigarette as he whips his head around to face Scarlett, his lips tugging up into a sadistic grin.
"What the fuck did you do to her this time? You were only alone with her for a few minutes." I keep pestering him, wanting to know the answer, hating seeing her so upset.
"I didn't do anything to her.I just told her the fucking truth."
"The truth about what?"
"About Carli's murder." He grins, looking toward Riley.
"What do you mean about her murder?" Riley asks, stepping closer to the couch.
"Scarlett, baby, why don't you tell them what I told you?" Saint laughs, definitely on the verge of a breakdown, I can hear it in his voice.
The three of us look at her, patiently waiting for her to tell us this big secret she's so afraid of him for telling her. She looks up, tears streaming down her face. But she doesn't look sad anymore—she looks fucking pissed.
"Shawn didn't kill your sister, Riley…" She glares at Saint before looking back at Riley, wiping the last of the tears from her eyes. "Saint killed her and made it look like Shawn did… all so he could have a reason to fucking torture me."
Our jaws drop as he turns to Saint, speechless. He grins, waiting for the yelling to start, but it doesn't come. None of us knows what to say.
"I take it by the looks on your faces, none of you knew that he fucking betrayed you." Scarlett gets up and walks down the hall, not even bothering to give us another glance.
Hearing the door slam, Riley finally speaks, charging at Saint, wrapping his hand around his throat. "You mother fucker! You killed my fucking sister?"
"Please, youalwayscomplained about wanting her ass dead, so I killed her for you. I saw an opportunity and took it. I bet each one of you would've done the same fucking thing." Saint gets up, shoving Riley off of him, and heads for the balcony, leaving us all shocked and frozen in our spots.
"Did you know about this, Blade?" Riley sneers, running his hands anxiously through his hair as he paces.
"Fuck no. I thought Shawn killed her. This is thefirst time I'm hearing this shit." And it's the truth. This whole year not once did Saint tell me the fucking truth about him killing Carli. But it does make sense.
"I fucking knew it didn't make sense how she fucking died," Nixon says, shaking his head in disbelief as he sits on the couch, opening a bottle of absinthe and chugging it like it's water. "The shot was too perfect to be a fucking accidental shot. But why would he keep it from us?"
"Probably because it was my fucking sister he killed; he figured I'd hate him for it. I hate him for fucking lying about it, but Carli was a cunt who deserved to fucking die." Riley walks to the door, staring at Saint, who looks lost as he gazes at the falling snow as it covers the city in a fluffy blanket of slush.
"Let me go fucking talk to him and straighten this shit out… you guys go cheer Scarlett up. Show her the surprise we brought home for her—make a mess while you're at it."
Scarlett
Sitting on the bed in Nixon's room, I'm reminded of the time when he brought me back here after playing his "Chase You, Taste You" game. Hearing muffled screams from the next room, they're hard to ignore, but noticing they're getting even louder, I turn my head toward the door just as it opens. Blade and Nixon stand there, smiling sweetly for once, holding a bloody, beat up man in between them as they enter the room, closing the door behind them.
"Hey, my beautiful littlekiller," Blade says, coming closer to the bed as he lets go of the man to hold me.
Pulling me to my feet, his hands run all over my body, his eyes stay on my cave as he licks his lips, dying to kiss me as I lick mine to tease him. Unable to get Saint's betrayal out of my head, I make the first move, crashing my lips on his as I grab his waist and tug him toward the bed, pulling him down so he falls on top of me.
"Not so fast, killer." Nixon approaches with the man, throwing him down on the bed as he hands me a knife and my mask. "Put this on and take off your clothes, brat; we're going to have some messy fun."
Not in the mood to argue with them and in desperate need to feel alive more than ever, I slip the mask over my face as they put theirs on and quickly undress as they do. Looking up, we're all masked and naked, staring down at the man on the bed I'm about to kill—and I don't have a shred of doubt about it.
"You know what to do, sinner." Blade gets behind me, kneeling as he begins licking my pussy from behind as I bend over the man, raising my knife high, staring into his scared eyes.