Page 5 of Slaying for Sloan
I breathe in relief as I realize this means I won’t have to see Alex’s mom today after all. Part of me is also relieved that I get to blow off the steam of last night with all of this cash. I’ve always known he has a shit load of money, but this… this is insane. And he’s just telling me to go spend it like it’s nothing? This doesn’t make up for last night… but it helps.
When the sun goes down, our game begins. Race me to the church for midnight mass - 1043 Chestnut Avenue
The rules are simple:
1 If I catch you once, I get to eat you.
2 If I catch you twice, you have to suck me.
3 If I catch you three times, I get to fuck you.
4 If I catch you three times AND get to the church before you, nothing is off-limits.
Begin: Sundown
End: Midnight
Don’t get caught.
Best of luck, my sweet doe,
A
I’m grinning from ear to ear as I reread the note a second time, and then a third. Alex mustreallyfeel bad about last night if he’s setting up a sexy game for us to play and giving me thousands of dollars to spend on whatever I want. It sounds risky, especially considering all eyes will probably be on us today, so we’ll have to be sneaky. But I suppose that’s the thrill of it.What fun would it be if we didn’t have to sneak around?
Alex has never been one to be spontaneous like this, but this actually sounds like a good time. I alreadywanthim to catch me. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to play a feral game of cat and mouse, and he’s making my dream come true.
Maybe he isn’t such a mommy’s boy after all. Perhaps he’s got a darker, wild side I haven’t seen yet.
God, I hope he does.
Feeling suddenly energized, I forget all about my coffee as I run to the bathroom for a quick shower and to warm up before heading out for a full day of shopping and exploring the town. It takes me well over an hour to shower, fix my hair, and throw on a face of makeup. Deciding to dress the part, I slip into a red long sleeved dress, which ends at my upper thigh. Fur-lined black boots rise over my knees, exposing my translucent black tights, which I’m hoping Alex will rip open at some point this evening.
As I head out the heavy cabin door, I slide my arms through a black overcoat and secure red and white earmuffs over my ears before they have a chance to get cold. I look and feel hot as fuck. Alex’s mom will have a heart attack if she sees me like this, so I need to be extra careful.
Don’t get caught,the words written on the note, replay in my mind, effortlessly sending heat between my thighs.
Today is going to be a good fucking day.
Chapter Four
ASHER
The early morning air bites, sharp and cold as I watch her from the cover of the trees around the cabin. The front door creaks open, and she steps outside, her head down, clutching the note I left as if it’s a lifeline. The sight pulls a dark satisfaction through me, filling me with a rush that nothing else has ever come close to. My brother may have thought he owned her, that she was part of his perfect little world, but he never knew the truth to it all—or that I’ve been watching.
I’d seen her first on his social media, buried under all those preppy photos he’d spam like a church newsletter. She was so easy to spot, even in a crowd, a flicker of wild in her eyes that was too bright for the stale world he was trying to drag her into. I knew then and there that she was never meant to be his.
No, she was made forme.
What started as harmless curiosity turned into months of watching, learning, and obsessing. The more I dug, the more I saw the parts of her he didn’t. She was real and raw, and I wanted her for myself.
And now, she’s mine.
She’s easy to fool. The cabin they were staying in—the one Alex always bragged about, a place our parents had reservedfor their perfect son—wasn’t hard to get into. Just a quiet pick of the lock and a slip through the shadowy halls while she slept soundly, tucked up in the bed they would have shared. Her steady breathing filled the room, and for a moment, I just watched, taking in the calm that radiated from her, a calm I’ve never had and probably never will.
I stepped closer, feeling the familiar, cold pang of resentment surge into something darker, more possessive. My fingers brushed against a red lock of her hair, tucking it gently behind her ear, and I felt a twisted thrill ripple through me. This girl, so peaceful and trusting, was blissfully unaware of the storm that surrounded her, convinced she’d be meeting her perfect boyfriend in the morning.
But the sight of the bruise blooming on her cheek—a cruel reminder of Alex’s cowardice—stoked the fire within me. Rage boiled in my veins, a savage fury that twisted my gut. I’d watched him strike her, witnessed that moment of weakness, and it ignited something deep inside me. I knew, in that instant, that my twin needed to die.