“A man down there is dead. Someone called the cops, and they’re coming.”
Zedder levers himself off the wall. “What the hell. How? Any idea? We should cordon off the room then. Baxter will eat me alive if you all go down and stomp on evidence.”
“He’s got holes in him. Head, neck. He was going to brand a woman, and something happened. Brazier with hot coals was knocked over. She was found tied to a cross down there, ass out, naked, but not hurt. Him, he’s fucking left this Earth. Was the brazier your set-up?”
Typical. This is going to play havoc with the better parties in Revenant and even the Blue Abyss club, for months. I take out my phone and thumb through to the video I took earlier of Hailey. Really though, I should leave now and I only just took that coke. Wasted.
Zedder grimaces. “It was safe to use, if you’re careful.”
“He wasn’t.” Carlos laughs. “Branded his head, maybe, or something.”
“Who died?” I ask Carlos.
“Man named Dawid. Friend of yours, Zedder?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. He would. The fucking stupid…”
“Ha! Guess that’s a yes. A night of bad luck. I’m off before this gets complicated.”
Sirens are sounding in the distance.
I smack Zedder’s shoulder. “You should’ve let me bring some of my men after all. I could have made the party less chaotic.” And maybe grabbed Kail so I could experiment on that fucker. And Hailey too…or not. The risks are escalating. Investors are getting fidgety. “Bye. Say hi to the sheriff for me. Joking. Don’t do that. Don’t mention me, at all.”
As I saunter toward the back door and past the smoky, basement-stairs entry, I hear Zedder still swearing. It’s not hishouse but he’s going to be sitting making statements for hours. Will Baxter try to pull in Hailey too?
A fluffy white cat brushes past me going in the other direction. “Here, kitty-kitty.” It ignores me. “No pussy for me tonight.” I laugh at my own joke.
There’s an idea. Grab Hailey if Baxter arrests her? If she’s in a jail cell, she’d be documented. Which is not good. I can’t spirit her away from jail easily. Anothen.
When my cock is aching for pussy, I tend to get dumb ideas. If this party is any indication, she’ll come to us of her own accord.
I park the Porche a mile from the party house, in the dead dark streets, before I pull out the phone to properly watch the video of Kail fucking little Miss Hailey in every filthy hole she owns. I breathe out in a whoosh. “I am nevereverdeleting this video.”
Might have to store it somewhere secret. It’s evidence of the frankenstruct existing. And probably other things.
I unzip the fly of the costume and restart the video—scrubbing forward to the time where I have the best close-ups of her on the spider web of ropes, with that deviant spear up her ass. Those orgasms he forces from her…
I gulp and start stroking my fist down my cock.
Going to have to clean up the Porche later.
It’s after two AM when I reach the gates to my house and, lo and behold, fucking Cannon is waiting outside, beside his car. The headlights are off but mine glaze across him. I stop and get out, leaving the gate shut.
I wave at the house. “Does Rebecca know it’s you out here, because the sensors will have detected you.”
“Yes, sir. I told her.”
And chose to remain out here anyway.
“So, what is it?” I have a headache, probably from the snorting, or the nosebleed, or the rise in blood pressure from watching my local porn star. I brush back my hair, check the door is shut and lean on the Porche. “The dead man at the party?”
“I did hear of that.” He straightens his sweater. For once he’s not in a suit, though the colors are drab and dark. “No, though I reminded Zedder to wipe all memory of you from his head, guest list, etcetera.”
“Only you would say etcetera. You should have seen Hailey Tarrant. The sex is etched into my brain. If we could have, I would’ve ordered you to abduct both of them. I gave Kail the USB anyway so let’s see if they take the bait.”
He remains silent.
“Pregnant silence, Cannon? I know it would be reckless, disturb the investors, etcetera.” I grin. “But so tempted.”
