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“Stop it. We aren't going to do this, Oak. You have to remember that Catalina is just another pussy to conquer. We have to drill that into our heads.” Fynn starts putting on his boxers.
“Is she, though? I feel like it may be more; she's one of us, after all.” I put my own clothes back on.
“That's just it, she is one of us, and once we are through with this threat and the contract runs out, she will remain beside us as she should be, but we will continue to fuck who we want.”
“So, you will be fine with her fucking others then?” I ask him.
Fynn thinks about it, then sinks into the chair I occupied earlier, “Fuck, you're right. I knew this deep down, but I'm trying to keep some semblance of myself, so I don't lose my mind over one little pussy.”
I grin at my friend because I know how much he must hate to come to this reality, “Chin up, buttercup; it's not all that bad.”
“Fuck you, Oak. I'm not ready to give up my wild ways.” He lights his special smoke.
“Please, there will be no giving any of that up. If anything, we are bringing her into our world, and I feel she may even like it a little.” I head for the door, planning on going to my own room.
“I hope you're right,” Fynn adjusts himself, “I'm going to have fun showing Little Saint just how fucked up we really are.”
I scoff, “We aren't fucked up, my friend. The world around us is just too afraid to let go of the safety net. That's okay, though. We can't all be sick and depraved, and it may be a bit twisted, but it isn't fucked up, and don't let anyone tell you any different.”
“Yeah, okay,” Fynn's mouth kicks up into a half grin, “You can call it anything you want, but me, I don't mind being fucked up, especially where Little Saint is concerned.”
I just shake my head and leave my friend in his own little world. I'm serious, though. People can think what they want, but they will never know what true freedom feels like until they are willing to let go and just be free about it all.
Putting the final toucheson the party preparations, I go up to Fynn's room to grab the tappers for the kegs that are being delivered as we speak. Since he's on guard duty for the next few hours, I have to search for them myself. All he said was that they were in a bag in his closet.
The first bag I come to is not what I'm looking for, but I dig inside it anyway. Fynn said he brought some protection from his dad's office, but this is like an arsenal. I pull out a blade that looks to be for hunting. The grips on the handle fit perfectly in my hand like it was made for me. I'll have to get myself one of these, but for now, I will just borrow this one and let Fynn know I have it. I'm not much of a gun person, so the knife is perfect.
With the threat to my Kitty Cat, I've hired some outside security who will be dressed up as partygoers to blend in. Having a little extra protection on my person will keep me more relaxed, knowing that I can protect her myself if it comes down to it.
After the whole incident with Fynn's Harley, we realized that even though they are fucking with our shit, the perpetrator is going for Catalina first because they think she's the weakest between us all. If this person truly wants payback for something our fathers have done, they will be coming after all of us eventually. I don't plan on them getting very far.
Finding the tappers in the next bag I look through; I head back downstairs. Jett is working on the pulley system we are using to raise our virgin sacrifice above everyone while cuffed to a St. Andrew's Cross. Kitty Cat is going to look gorgeous as she suspends over the crowd. She will then be let down but only to be whisked away into a blocked-off area in the backyard already decorated for the themed party. That's where we will take her for the first time, not in front of everyone, but it will be live-streamed.
I'm dying to see our girl's reaction when we fuck her, only for the crowd to watch on a big screen. No one will know who she is as she wears a full-face mask and a wig. The last thing we need is for her father to find out. If it weren't for that alone, I'd fuck our girl for all the world to see so they all know that she belongs to the Lords of Sin.
I curse myself out for giving myself yet another hard-on. Walking toward the refreshment table, I drop the tappers on each of the kegs and then head to the bathroom to disappear for a while. Only a few more hours, and I will not have to rub one off anymore. Once we take our girl, she will be at our beck and call, but first, we need her to beg us to take her tonight. That shouldn't be too hard, right?
