She stands on the walkway, looking at what used to be the house, quiet.
She takes a step, hesitates, and then keeps walking, but not toward where the house used to be, but around it, to the backyard, and I know exactly where she is going. The gazebo is also gone; what remains is a hole where the trapdoor used to be. She peers into the darkness below.
“There isn’t anything left down there.” I step beside her.
She looks at me, questions on her face.
“What didn’t burn, I had someone go down and demolish it. There are still bodies, but no one has staked any claim, knowing that when they do, a whole can of worms will be unleashed. Is it their life for one that is already gone? You know how these people operate. They stayed quiet about who and what is down there.”
“What happened to them?”
She’s asking about Colt, J.C., and Grant. I take her hand, my thumb rubbing her softness, “No matter if someone goes down there trying to find them, they’ll never be able to. There isn’t one fragment left of them.”
Weeks and Thomas followed up a few days later, after we were secured at the funeral home, before they lowered the tomb under the soil it resided under.
Knowing those motherfuckers are forever trapped where they loved to be the most, as dust, gives me an erection. Their mother’s having no peace, burying their monster of a son somewhere. Because Rowan will never have peace, so they shall not either.
“That night, standing on the gazebo, I’ll forever punish myself for. For not leaving, for trusting. For it all,” she whispers into the darkness.
“I’ll tell you every day for the rest of our lives, if needed, that it wasn’t your fault. Baby, this was predestined, predetermined, already written out. You were freely given to them.”
I hate mentioning those words because, knowing she’s already gone through David’s file, I don’t want to give her more ammunition, but she needs to hear it. To understand it. Maybe she never will. Maybe she’ll always feel this way, but I’ll forever let her know it wasn’t her fault.
Unzipping my zipper, I pull out my dick and piss in the hole, pissing on them, on Delta Alpha Pie, on Briggs, what they stood for, on their satanic minds. Piss on them. Shaking myself off, myeyes grow wide as I watch Rowan drop to her knees in the soot and ash, mouth open, and proceed to suck my dick right on their gravesite.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan down to her, my hand wrapping in her ponytail as I thrust. She sucks me in deeply, her warm mouth like a blanket, soothing, and I feel my climax right at the peak.
“Goddamnit. I’m fixing to come,” I call to her, throwing my head back; her suction tightens, and I fill her mouth up with my cum.
I rub her head, smoothing down her hair, when she smiles up at me before standing and spitting into the hole. “Pieces of shits.”
She walks up to me, laying a gentle kiss on my lips. “Let’s go home.” Grabbing my hand, she interweaves our fingers as we walk as one back to the waiting car. Stopping at her door, we both turn around, no words needed as we look out at the vast property.
Rowan sleeps the whole way back home, content, as I take glimpses now and then. It’s just my headlights and the road leading us home.
I turn onto our property, my lights hit the tree, and I slam on my brakes, jerking Rowan in the process, waking her up. I’m out of my car before she can say anything, running to the figure I just saw, but I don’t see anyone. Standing there, I’m perplexed. The quiet night surrounds me; not even bugs are making noises.
“Everything okay?” Rowan’s sleepy voice calls to me from the car.
“Yeah.” I pause, taking another glance around, but come back up empty before walking back to my idling car. Rowan leans over, looking out the driver's side. “What was it?”
I don’t tell her that I thought I saw someone. I don’t want to freak her out. “I’m not sure… An animal?” I try to say confidently.
Slowly driving up the hill, my eyes ping from side to side, keeping a lookout, but coming up with nothing.
With Rowan in the house, safe and tucked into bed, I message the guys.
*I think I saw someone on the property when I got home. I can’t be sure, but Weeks, bring anything you think we might need while you’re here. I want everything covered.
It’s late, so I don’t expect a reply. I don’t turn my office lights on as I look out the window, scanning around the land. The hairs on the back of my neck stand. The lack of knowledge about what is out there scares me, and it strengthens my resolve to keep Rowan safe until we find out. No one knows where this place is, only the guys and us. It’s not under my name; it’s under an LLC that isn’t tied to me. I took every precaution, even before I knew about the society.
I stand there, my eyes playing tricks on me, making me think I see things that aren’t there.
Now that I know Weeks will be here, it will help when I have to go to work. He was supposed to be here to watch her, but now he’ll also be here to protect her.
Chapter Fifteen
Rowan
