“Too late, Lil,” Tom groans, grabbing the base of his cock in a firm right hand. The other moves away from my breast and settles on my hip. “We’ve come too far. I have to complete the ritual.”
He thrusts forward and the tip of his cock brushes against the leather of my cat suit. He hasn’t exposed me yet; he’s still enjoying the fucked up thrill and torture of it all.
But before he goes any further, the world stills in an almost unnatural manner. I hear the sound of two cracks, that echo and reverberate against the trees and vanish somewhere far over the ocean beyond.
The two guys above me stop chanting, and the rest are quick to follow. There is silence, hollow and empty. It’s so quiet now, I can hear my heart thumping in my ears.
Then, I hear a voice. It’s not Tom, nor one of the chanters. It’s someone new.
“Have tois such a strong phrase to use,” the voice says. “Admit it, Tom. You want to do this.”
“What the—” Tom spins to face the man who’s interrupting his wicked deed, but he doesn’t get any further than halfway before a sharp, silver blade pierces thefront of his chest. Red warmth trickles over my outfit as Tom begins to sputter and gargle.
His body slumps to the side of me, revealing the man who saved me.
I shudder before the last semblance of consciousness flutters through my mind.
My savior is wearing the same white mask as the rest of them.
Chapter Five
Colter
“Do you…” Tom Henderson sputters and coughs, fighting to hold on and stay alive. “Do you know who we are?” His voice is wispy and weak. Very similar to how the girl under him sounded when she pleaded for mercy.
No. Not like this.
Four words are all she could get out. Four words ensured five deaths.
Still, I recognize and appreciate Tom’s bravado while he’s teetering on the edge of eternal slumber. It might be a result of the sheer and relentless panicof having three feet of steel sticking out of your chest, but he didn’t immediately cower and beg. He used his last breaths to challenge me. To threaten me.
Very few would do the same.
“Practice,” I answer flatly, and twist my blade to dig a hole he won’t recover from.
He screams in agony. Adrenaline made my first blow less impactful, but it can’t do much when your insides are turned to mulch by a katana. What a way to go… hunkered over a sleeping beauty, cock flopping in the wind, surrounded by your best buds.
The comedic tragedy writes itself.
But there’s no time to bask in amusement. I cut it close enough with the girl already. Drugged and downed, she almost fell victim to their assault. It’s time to get serious and finish this.
“Jesus Christ,” one of the others says. “He’s killed Tom.”
It’s easy to forget that the remaining four aren’t hardened bastards. I was sloppy in dealing with Tom. I savored the execution instead of staying focused and dealing with the other threats. If it were anywhere else, and if they weren’t merely oversized children, I’d have been in a lot of trouble. Then again, I would have known to stay focused under those circumstances. This is more of a sport than a mission. Their inability to fend for themselves, when faced with a real threat, proves that.
“And you’re next.” I slowly draw the blade out of the cavern in Tom’s chest.
I fired two shots toward the ocean to announce my presence. No one had noticed my arrival until it was too late, lost as they were in their daze and not wanting to fuck up the bullshit ritual they’d concocted.
I’d say this is the perfect time for them to learn a lesson, but one of them would have to survive for it to stick.
I turn the gun on the guy to my left. He stares down the barrel, his eyes wide behind the cheap knock-off of the true Ghost’s mask. It makes my blood boil, seeing them wearing it. They’re disgracing the honor I’ve spent my entire life trying to attain.
“Wait, you don’t have to do this,” he says, flailing his arms in surrender.
I let him plead his case and draw my second pistol, training the sight on the man to my right, squarely in the chest.
“Perhaps. But I want to.”
