“Can we get this over with?” I ask, “I promise to let you fuck me in the ass later.”
“Fine.” He huffs and pulls out of the school parking lot.
These past nine months have been quiet, quiet for me anyways. Yes, I have fought in the cage a few times, but not to the death since the incident with the knife. Carm says he has it on good authority, that Wade set that up. So, I’ve already set a plan into motion to deal with that. I’ve continued to teach my MMA classes each Sunday and really enjoy looking like a normal, law abiding citizen. Looking being the operative word.
I am still the Head for Toronto and I have been commissioned three times in the last nine months to make people disappear. A rogue gangbanger that was selling meth to kids, a peeping Tom that upped his game to raping single women, and finally, a woman luring teenage girls into a black market sex ring. Now, it is time to turn my sights back to Whitsborough and I decided to make tonight the beginning.
I’ve been doing my research between tutoring my brother, keeping an eye on Travis, fulfilling my commissions and teaching classes. I need to start peeling back the glossy finish on Whitsborough and dig out the rot underneath. I have everything in place for tonight, just how I planned. Nothing can go wrong.
Vin pulls onto the street and we slowly pass all the single level bungalows with tire swings or children’s bikes on the front lawn. Middle class income homes, still richer than what I was ever used to. We stop outside of number two eighty-four and see his car in the drive. A few lights are on but mostly it looks quiet.
“The wife and kids?” Vin asks.
“They won an all expenses paid trip to Disneyland. One adult, two kids.” I snort.
“Good.” He nods with a grin, “let’s get this shit done. I want to get shitfaced tonight.”
We get out of the Hummer and walk up the path to the front door hand in hand. Looking like a well dressed couple here for a visit, nothing out of the ordinary. I even ring the fucking doorbell and wait for the slow piece of shit to open his door. The door opens and we are greeted by a friendly looking man in his early to mid forties. His temples are beginning to gray, giving him that George Clooney look.
“Yes?” He looks between Vin and I curiously.
“Andrew Cox?” I say in my sweet as sugar voice. “We finally meet, my name is Ember, I answered your ad for the live in nanny?”
“Right.” He smiles and then looks at Vin.
“He drove me here and would like to be present for the interview. Safety and all.” I flutter my eyelashes like an innocent young lady coming for a first job interview.
“Sure.” He shrugs and opens his door wider to let us in. Big mistake, asshole.
We stand in his foyer as he shuts the door. He gives me a slow perusal and I feel Vin tense up beside me. He may just want to make him bleed after all. Fuck the clothes.
He leads us to his dining table and offers us drinks. I decline and Vin just doesn’t reply. He’s feeling testy about the old man’s pervy looks.
“I would be looking to have someone start right away…”
“That’s nice,” I cut him off. “But I’m not here for the fucking interview, my name is Ember Craven.”
“Craven?” His eyes widen. “Related to Jack Craven?”
“Grandfather.” Vin answers and a slow smile hits his sexy mouth making his dimple pop.
“What are you doing here?” He asks me, fear in his eyes. Interesting.
“We’re here to tell you that you’re resigning from your principal position, effective immediately.” I state.
“That’s not happening,” he shakes his head. “It’s this household’s only source of income.”
“The test has determined… that was a lie.” I say in my best Maury Povich voice.
Vin snorts from behind me and I grin. At least one person is enjoying my humor tonight.
“Listen,” I lean forward placing my elbows on the table, “we know about your preferences.”
“Preferences?” His eyes widen, if they widen anymore, they’re going to pop right out of his head. Something I wouldn’t mind watching.
“Yes, you know, darker urges.” I wave my hand in the air, “here, I’ll give you an example. Take me for instance, I like blood, especially when it’s pouring out of someone’s dying body. What I like even more, is when I’ve inflicted the wounds myself. Usually with this.” I pull out my knife from my boot and point it towards him.
Yep, his eyes are going to pop right out of his skull.
“Nothing? Okay, how about this? Robert Greene had a similar look in his eyes right before I made him open his wrists. Or wait!” I press the tip of the knife to my bottom lip, “Coach Halbert lost a certain appendage due to this knife.” I grin then lick the blade. “Mmm mm.”
“You’re the Black Slaughter.” He shudders.
“Oh!” I slap my hand on the table, making him jump. “I like that!”
“Fuck, they’ve given her a name.” Vin mutters behind me.
“Who calls me this?” I ask Andrew.
“Others in this… group.” He looks back and forth between Vin and I, “we knew someone was slowly killing us.”
“Probably helps that Moore is your bestie, huh?” I smile at him, showing all my sharp white teeth.
“He has let us know about a few details, yes.” He nods. “I will do anything, you want me to quit? Done. You want me to stop my other activities? Done. Just don’t hurt me, I have a family.”
“Probably would be better off without you, considering you like watching kids their ages.” Vin says, his voice rough and dark. Sexy as fuck.
“No,” he shakes his head. “I don’t hurt my kids.”
I get up and stand next to him, his trembling increases and he’s a shaking mess.
“Let’s take a finger,” I say to Vin
