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Father Edwards was unimpressed. “Just confession works. There is open confession on Tuesdays—” He stopped when I stood up, and I inched out of the pew, moving to stand closer to him, no pews between us.
“See, Tuesday doesn’t work for me,” I said, and behind him, I could see Alistair slipping out of the back, coming from the same door the priest had. My uncle walked without making a single sound, the stature of a predator on the hunt. “I only have time now. Are you really going to turn me away?” It was only when Alistair had taken out the cloth full of chloroform that I tilted my head and asked, “Maybe we could work something out? Or, wait. Am I too old for you?”
That got Father Edwards to scowl at me. “What do you—” He was probably going to ask what I knew about it, but he didn’t get the chance to. Alistair had crept up behind him and wrapped his arm around him, thereby stuffing the chloroform-doused rag against his mouth and nose.
The priest breathed in almost immediately, and his legs went out and he collapsed to the floor. Alistair didn’t catch him, but my uncle did toss me a look, to which I just shrugged and said, “What? I was just distracting him.”
“Grab his feet,” Alistair instructed, and I did as I was told… for once. Together, we picked him up and carried him down the main aisle of the church. “Yes, you were distracting him, but the way you went about it could have been better.”
Ugh. Alistair probably didn’t want me taunting the prey, but I didn’t see why it was such a big deal. The asshole would get what he deserved, in the end. So what if I chose to mock him a bit before it was said and done?
We carried the priest out of the church and loaded him in the trunk of the car. Alistair pulled out a syringe full of sedatives to keep him knocked out during our long drive home, and he injected him right in the neck with it. The last thing we had to do was restrain him with some rope, just in case he, by some miracle, did wake up. Once both his ankles and his wrists were tied together, we were on the road once again.
The drive home was boring, long, and full of silence. We’d get in too late tonight, but that was fine. It was Friday night, and Rick had taken Brianna to his house for the night, some kind of stupid date night, just the two of them. Honestly, I tried not to pay attention to it too much.
Tomorrow, everything would be ready. Brianna was going to have one hell of a surprise.
Chapter Twenty-Two – Rick
It was damn near midnight, and I couldn’t sleep, so I rolled onto my side and draped an arm around Brianna. The sheet fell just above her hip as she slept soundly on her side, her nakedness exposed in the darkness. When I nuzzled against her back, she sighed softly, but she didn’t wake up.
When I told her that she could stay the night at my place, she’d been shocked, a little surprised that the others were okay with it, but glad to spend some extra time with me. I’d cooked her dinner, we’d watched some movies, and then we retired to the bedroom, where things escalated and our clothes became forgotten fabrics on the floor.
And still, I couldn’t sleep. I knew why Alistair and Gareth wanted Brianna out of the house. They’d told me their plan, what they wanted to surprise her with. I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea, after witnessing how out of her mind she’d been when she was on top of Neo Banks’s corpse, but maybe that had been due to the drugs in her system.
The odd thing was, the whole state and every sheriff station and police department was on the lookout for Brett Banks, but the guy hadn’t been seen anywhere. His body hadn’t been found, either.
Now, he’d lost a hell of a lot of blood in the car we’d found. There was no way he’d gotten far. But the dogs hadn’t found a body, and the trail of blood disappeared, which left us to think some unlucky soul had perhaps picked him up.
But that was just theorizing. We couldn’t know for sure what happened to him until we either found him hiding away somewhere or we found his decayed corpse. There were a lot of woods in Eastcreek and the surrounding area; it’d be impossible to comb through it all. Nature could help hide bodies like no one’s business.
I closed my eyes, tried to shut my mind off, and attempted to get some sleep while holding onto Brianna. Feeling her chest rise and fall with even, soft breaths was soothing in a weird way, and her body heat creeping into me helped calm my wandering thoughts. Being near her, having her in my arms, in my bed, alone, with no Alistair or Gareth around—it was nice. A guy could get used to this.
It took a while, but sleep eventually came for me.
Alas, it was over in a blink, or that’s what it felt like. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to find the sun streaming in through the thin curtains on the window and my phone buzzing with my alarm. Yes, I had an alarm set, even on the weekends.
I got up and wandered to the bathroom, turning on the water in the shower to get it nice and hot before stepping in. After a quick rinse, I brushed my teeth, got dressed, and started up some breakfast—all before Brianna rolled herself out of bed.
I had a small wooden tray, and once breakfast was done, I brought it to her. Nothing too fancy; I wasn’t a great cook, but I could do pancakes and bacon, with a nice glass of orange juice. I set the tray on the nightstand near her, slow to sit on the edge of the bed.
Her eyelids peeked open, and she moaned. Or maybe she yawned. I couldn’t really tell what it was. Either way, I’d say she was still groggy.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” I told her with a smile. “I made you some breakfast.”
“Ooh, I smell bacon.” Brianna inhaled through her nose, breathing in the scent of freshly cooked bacon. There wasn’t a smell like it in the world. She sat up and stretched, her round tits on full display—and I couldn’t help it, my gaze dropped to take them in.
Fuck. I could go for another round…
But, no, best to let her eat her breakfast while it was warm.
“You spoil me,” Brianna said, rubbing her hands together as I grabbed the tray and set it over her legs. She went for the bacon first, my kind of girl. Well, she was my girl right now, no sharing required.
It wouldn’t be that way for long, though. I’d gotten a text from Alistair saying everything was ready, so I had to bring her home.
“I’d gladly spoil the girl I love every day of the week, hot breakfasts included,” I told her with an easy smile. Her gray eyes flicked up at me when I said that, her mouth full of bacon. She didn’t rush to finish chewing and swallow; she knew by now that I didn’t need to hear her say it back.
This wasn’t a game to me anymore. I’d wait however long it took for her to say it back. She could withhold those three words from me for as long as she felt necessary; I’d be here when she was ready. I wasn’t going anywhere, even if Gareth tried to kill me again.
