Sliding my hand down, I grip my shaft, squeezing and contemplating whether I should rub one out while I wait when a black car pulls up, turning into the driveway. Finally, the garage opens, and the car drives in, prohibiting me from seeing who’s driving.Fuck.
I climb out of my car and make my way around the back of the house. I know it’s not Baker. That prick’s car is sitting in the driveway. This leads me to ask myself why he would park there, while the vehicle visiting pulls into the garage.
It’s a good thing I already had the scoop of this place and know he likes to leave his back door cracked.
I creep along the hedges beside the door and poke my head around. No one’s there, but I hear voices.
“Matthew, I told you I’d handle it, didn’t I? I have them all eating out the palm of my hand. I made them all think Elise was in control,” a distorted voice says.
I fucking knew this wasn’t over.
I can’t make out who it is, but I need to capture this.
Pulling out my phone, I duck when I hear the voices get closer and hit record.
“I never doubted you, not for one minute,” the other person states, whom I can make out as the Senator.
“It won’t be long now,” the gleeful voice responds.
Who the fuck is this person? They sound like they’re using some voice distortion device.
“Good, then you’ll be mine, and so will the presidency,” Senator Bakers exclaims.
Gotcha fucker.He won’t live long enough to make it to the first primary, much less become president.
Taking a chance, I peek again, hoping to glimpse something, and I fucking do.
“Holy fucking shit,” I mumble.
I can’t snap a picture without being caught, but my word will be enough for Lev to start digging. That plus this recording. I need to get the fuck out of here before I’m caught.
Turning, I squat, creeping back to my car. Only periodically looking to ensure no one’s seen me.
Once I’m inside. I start my jeep and drive back to Edgewood— my trip to Lincolnville a success.
Check-fucking-mate.
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Thoughts of last night with Ariah— the way she was with all of us makes my dick lengthen in my pants.
Fuck.I need to get myself in control, or I’m going to bust right in my acid-washed jeans.
“Having a flashback of our girl?” Wyatt asks. A knowing grin stretches across his face, making his freckles more pronounced.
Sighing, I nod, “She’s everything I stupidly took too long to appreciate.”
“I should make you eat crow for all the shit you put her through trying to sort out your bullshit. You’re lucky she likes your pretty face, or I’d deck you in it for taking so damn long,” he jokes, punching my arm.
We’re sitting in the Tombs shooting the shit, waiting for Owen to get here so we can make our final choice. Though, there isn’t much discussion that needs to happen. Ariah is our girl. She’s exactly who we’ve always needed— she completes, strengthens, and owns us. A fucking queen.
“What the fuck is taking Owen so long?” Lev shouts, groaning from his space by the bar. He’s much more carefree partly because the Filiae Bellonae is no longer a threat and primarily because of her— Ariah. She’s done so much to bring out the friend I remember growing up with.
After the death of Elise and Madeline, it’s been quiet. Graduation is next week, and the party where we announce our Chosen happens that weekend.
“Yeah, where the fuck is that shithead? I figured he’d be beating down the door to make sure we all choose Ariah,” Sebastian states. He’s still fighting his feelings for Ariah, but it’s all over his face— he’s a fucking goner, just like the rest of us.
