45. Epilogue

45

EPILOGUE

COLT

Eight months later…

I stand with Nash and Flora, our birthday girl, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It’s the anniversary of the day we met. The first time, we all felt whole.

The muffled screams of Marcus, a dealer who tried to steal from Ty, echo through the empty space. His face is barely recognizable after what we’ve done.

“You should’ve known better than to cross us,” I tell him, admiring Flora’s handiwork with the blowtorch. She’s learned well over the past month, her movements precise and calculated.

Nash circles behind Marcus, his fingers trailing along the chair. “I think he needs another reminder about loyalty.”

Flora’s eyes meet mine, that familiar darkness swirling in their depths. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I know she’s feeling the same rush I am. This brings us together—not just love but our shared appreciation for justice.

Nash grabs Marcus’s hair, yanking his head back. “Tell us where the money is.” When Marcus stays silent, Nash nods to Flora.

She steps forward, her movements graceful even in this grim setting. The sound of another scream fills the space as she works. The way she handles the tools with such precision makes my heart race.

“I have to admit,” Nash says, his voice low and heated, “watching you both work is incredible.”

Flora smiles, that dangerous glint in her eye that I’ve come to love. “He’s almost ready to talk. I can feel it.”

I move behind her, touching her hip as she continues. Nash watches us intently, his breath quickening. The tension in the room shifts, becoming charged with something else entirely.

I watch as Marcus’s resolve finally crumbles under Flora’s expert touch. His body convulses with sobs, the chair creaking beneath him.

“Please... please stop,” he chokes out. “The money’s in a storage unit at Victory Storage. Unit 247. The key is taped under the dumpster behind Joe’s Bar.”

I catch Nash’s eye and give him a subtle nod. He pulls out his phone, stepping away to contact Remy. We’ll need verification before deciding what happens next.

Flora maintains pressure on Marcus’s wounds, keeping him on edge. Her fingers dance across the tools before her, a silent threat of what’s to come if his information proves false.

“How long until Remy can check?” I ask Nash.

“Twenty minutes,” he replies, tucking his phone away. “He was already in the area.”

I slide my hand along Flora’s back as she works. “Hear that, Marcus? Twenty minutes to pray you’re telling the truth.”

Marcus’s whimpers fill the space between us. His eyes dart frantically between us, probably wondering which of us will hurt him next. My money’s on Flora—she’s been particularly creative today.

Nash picks up a pair of pliers and turns them over. “Shall we pass the time productively?”

I watch Flora’s fingers trail across Marcus’s chest, each touch precise and methodical. Her work sends shivers down my spine. Nash stands behind her, his eyes dark with appreciation for her technique.

Marcus screams again as Flora applies pressure to a particularly sensitive spot. The sound echoes through the warehouse, mixing with the hum of anticipation between us.

“You have such natural talent,” Nash whispers to Flora, his voice thick with admiration. His hand finds her waist, steadying her as she works.

I step closer, drawn by the electricity crackling between us. The familiar darkness rises within me, matching the shadows in their eyes. We’re broken in all the same ways, fitting together like jagged pieces of the same puzzle.

Flora looks up at me, her chest heaving with exertion. “Should we try something new?” she asks, gesturing to the array of tools before us.

Nash selects a particularly wicked-looking instrument. “I think this might elicit the response we’re looking for.”

The anticipation builds as we work in perfect synchronization. Each gasp and plea from Marcus only intensifies our connection. We move like dancers in a macabre ballet, our bodies gravitating toward each other as we circle our victim.

“Ten more minutes,” Nash reminds us, his voice husky. His hand brushes mine as we reach for the same tool, sending electricity through my arm.

Flora’s movements become more fluid and more confident. Her power transforms her, and I can’t tear my eyes away. Nash watches her, too, his breathing shallow and quick.

Marcus’s suffering becomes background noise to the symphony of our shared darkness. We’re drawn together by something primal and dangerous that normal people would never understand.

But we understand each other perfectly.

I check my phone, which buzzes with Remy’s message. “He was telling the truth. Money’s all there.”

Nash’s hand tightens on Flora’s waist. “Well, Marcus, it looks like you get to make a choice.”

Marcus sags in relief, blood dripping from his various wounds. “Please... please just let me go. I won’t say anything.”

I crouch in front of him, gripping his chin. “That’s not one of the options.” His eyes widen as I continue. “Here’s what you get to choose from: we can drag this out, make it slow and painful until you’re begging for death. Or we can make it quick.”

Flora steps forward, her fingers trailing down my arm. “There is a third option.”

I glance at her, seeing that familiar dark gleam in her eyes. Nash moves closer, understanding immediately what she’s suggesting.

“You can watch us fuck each other while you bleed out,” I tell Marcus. “Consider it a final show before the curtain falls.”

Marcus’s face contorts in confusion and terror. “You’re all insane.”

“That’s not an answer,” Nash says, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes my cock twitch. “Choose.”

Marcus looks between the three of us, tears mixing with blood on his cheeks. “Just... just make it quick. Please.”

“Let’s give our guest what he wants,” Flora says, stepping closer to Marcus. Her eyes shine with a mix of excitement and cruelty.

Nash asks, “You want the honors, little bird?”

She nods, a wild smile playing on her lips. The rush of anticipation hits me like a drug as I watch her step closer to Marcus. Her gaze meets mine, and I see the feral desire burning in her eyes. She takes the knife from Nash, positioning herself in front of Marcus.

In one smooth, graceful movement, she slashes the blade across Marcus’s throat. Blood sprays across her face and chest, and her eyes close in ecstasy at the sensation.

That raw, primal display sends my own desire skyrocketing. “Time to reward our birthday girl,” I growl, stepping forward and gripping her hips.

I tear her panties off in my haste. Lifting her off the ground, I sink my cock into her in one thrust, holding her suspended in the air as I pound into her. Her blood-spattered body arches against mine, her legs wrapping around my waist as she meets my rhythm.

Nash stands to the side, stroking his hard cock. “That’s it, Colt. Fuck her hard. Give her a real good birthday gift she’ll never forget.”

My hands dig into Flora’s skin as I pound into her, reveling in the feeling of her tight heat. “You like that, angel? You like being fucked while you’re covered in blood?”

She moans, her head falling back. “Yes... Oh, yes.”

I look over at Nash. “Think she can take both of us?”

He grins, stepping closer. “Let’s find out.”

I pull out of Flora, setting her down on her feet. Without hesitation, she turns and straddles Nash, sinking down on his cock with a gasp. I move behind her, gripping her hips as I guide my cock back into her pussy. It took a while to work her up to take us both in her cunt, but now she’s a fucking pro. We fall into a rhythm, our movements in sync as we take her.

Flora’s breath comes in sharp pants, her body caught between ours. “Yes... oh God, both of you... feels so good.”

I lean forward, my lips brushing her ear. “That’s it, angel. Take it all.”

Nash’s hands grip her hips, his fingers leaving marks on her skin. “Look at me, Flora. Watch me while we fuck you.”

She lifts her head, meeting his gaze as I thrust into her from behind.

The hot, slick tightness of Flora envelops me, pulling me further into our shared frenzy. I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through my body. Her pussy grips me like a velvet vise, milking my cock as I thrust into her. I feel the smooth, hard length of Nash rubbing against my shaft, then the head of my cock.

“Fuck, yeah,” Nash grunts. “Ride that cock.”

His cock slides against mine, making me shudder as we both plunge into her. The feeling of being buried balls-deep in Flora’s pussy with my best friend and lover is better than any drug. I clench my jaw to hold back the roar that’s building in my throat. Every nerve ending is on fire, and my skin feels too tight for my body.

“You feel that?” Nash murmurs. “The way our cocks rub together inside you? You like being filled up by both of us?”

Flora moans, her fingers digging into Nash’s shoulders. “Yes... Fuck yes, I do.”

My hands find her hips, guiding her as I thrust into her. The wet, slippery sounds of our fucking fill the air, mixing with our heavy breathing and moans. Nash fucks her in perfect sync with my rhythm, our cocks working in concert to bring her pleasure.

I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent as I pump my hips. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl taking us both in that perfect little cunt.”

Flora’s breaths come in short gasps, her body moving desperately between us. “It’s too much... oh God, I can’t...”

I tighten my grip on her hips, pulling her onto my cock harder. “Then come for us. Let us feel it, baby.”

Nash’s hands slide down to cup her ass, lifting her up and down on his shaft. “That’s right, Flora. Let go. Let us see your beautiful face when you come.”

The tension in Flora’s body winds tighter and tighter, her muscles clenching around us. I feel the telltale ripple of her orgasm building, and I know she’s close. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her face twisted in ecstasy as we take her.

“Fuck, Colt... Nash... I’m gonna...”

Her body spasms around us, a liquid heat that pushes me to the edge. I can feel Nash’s cock throbbing inside her, his own release nearing. Our rhythm becomes frantic as we both chase our peaks, spurred on by the sounds of Flora’s pleasure.

“Come for us, angel,” I growl, biting her shoulder. “Come all over our cocks.”

Nash’s fingers dig into her ass, and he groans, his hips stuttering as he fills her with his release. “Fuck, yes... come with me, Flora.”

Flora screams, her pussy clamping down on us in waves as she comes. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I bury my cock deep inside her, pumping her full of my release. Our tangled trio trembles as we ride out the storm of our shared ecstasy.

I kiss the curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat, mingling with the coppery tang of blood that still clings to her skin. Her body is slick and warm between us, the sticky mess of our combined fluids coating our skins. After a few more strokes, Nash pulls out, leaving my cock buried inside her.

Flora’s head falls back against my shoulder as she pants, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm. I hold her close, my arms wrapping around her, and her hands cover mine, still on her hips. I bend my head to place soft kisses along her shoulder and neck, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin beneath my lips.

Nash runs his hands through his hair, his breath slowly returning to normal. “That was definitely one for the record books.”

I chuckle, pressing a final kiss to the curve of Flora’s neck. “You can say that again.”

She shifts in our arms, turning her head to meet my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is sweaty, but she’s never looked more beautiful. I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, unable to resist the pull I feel toward her.

“You okay, angel?” I ask softly.

“I’m definitely more than okay,” she says, touching my cheek. Nash steps up behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. Their blood-spattered bodies lean against each other, and for a moment, it’s just us three, lost in the bubble of our shared passion.

But then reality creeps back in. I survey the room, taking in the mangled body of our victim. We’ve all been here before—the adrenaline, the blood, the sex. Cleaning up and disposing of the body is routine, but that doesn’t make it any less necessary.

With a soft sigh, Flora extricates herself from Nash’s embrace and begins gathering her clothes. I hear the soft sounds of fabric rustling and zippers being pulled as she and Nash put their clothes back on.

“You’re beautiful,” Nash says softly, his voice laced with affection. Flora pauses, and I can almost feel the warmth of his words from across the room.

“Thanks,” she replies, her voice sounding small. “I must be a sight, all covered in blood.”

I turn back to see her reaching up to touch her cheek, her eyes reflecting the turmoil I feel inside. I’ve learned that conflict intimately—the desire and disgust that bubbles up after a kill. It’s a mark of our shared darkness, a strange shame that sits uncomfortably alongside the thrill of taking a life.

I cross the room to stand behind her, touching her shoulders. Together, we look in the mirror at our reflection—three killers covered in the blood of our victim.

“We’re fucked up,” Flora says softly, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection.

“Yeah, we are,” I reply, stepping closer so our bodies are pressed together. Her warmth seeps into me, chasing away the chill that always follows a kill. “But you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She turns in my arms, her eyes searching mine. “No, I wouldn’t.”

Nash steps up beside us, his eyes raking over us with heated intent. “You know we’re just getting started, right?”

Flora’s eyes widen, and she bites her lip, but the spark of desire I see there tells me everything I need to know.

We’re fucked up, all right. Maybe even beyond saving. But in that moment, standing in a grimy warehouse, covered in blood and sweat, I wouldn’t change a thing. Not as long as I have Nash and Flora by my side.

I lean down, capturing Flora’s lips in a searing kiss. Nash joins us, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulls her closer. Our shared obsession consumes us once again, the memory of our kill only adding fuel to the fire.

The violence we just inflicted, the blood we wear like war paint, only serves to heighten our desire. We’re monsters, through and through, and we crave this darkness together.

And in that warehouse, bathed in the afterglow of violence and passion, I know we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

Thank you for reading Carnival Mayhem! Did you enjoy it? If so, check out my other Carnival Books:

Cade & Lily’s Book - Carnival Nightmare: A Dark Stalker Romance

Lars & Alice’s Book - Carnival Obsession: A Dark Romance

Gage & Aurora’s Book - Carnival Monster: A Dark Serial Killer Romance

Phoenix & Tilly’s book - Carnival Stalker: A Dark Stalker Romance

Tyson & Sofia’s book - Carnival Master: A Dark Romance

I will release one more carnival book in this series, as I feel Remy deserves his HEA, too. That will be coming early next year.

More books by me:

Grave Intentions: A Dark Taboo Romance

Forbidden Harvest: A Dark Taboo Romance

Hunted: A Dark Romance

Welcome to Carnage: A Dark Romance Novella

Stranded: A Dark Romance novella

Salvation: A Dark Stalker Romance

Carjacked: A Dark Hitchhiker Romance