16. A Twisted Train Ride

I"ve never seen sucha bad case of schizophrenia before. Scarlett is by far the worst. Still, none of us feel bad for using her precious body the way we have been, not when it feels so fucking good. Being off her meds doesn"t help, and neither does the array of meds we"ve been feeding her with and without her knowledge, but we do whatever we have to do to make it work, and so far, it has. So why would we stop?

"I"m making a run to the apartment to check on… you know," Riley says, licking his lips evilly. He looks over his shoulder, his gaze drawn toward the room where Sinner and Nixon are, keeping his tone hushed so she can"t hear him. Saint glares at him, still pissed that all the plans he had for this Halloween backfired immensely.

"And what the fuck are you going there for, if you already know she"s good?" He snarls, licking the leaf of the blunt wrap.

"Because, I haven"t checked on her for a few days, Saint. That"s why," he fires back, snatching his keyring off the hook.

"Hurry the fuck up. We"re gonna start Scarlett"s training soon."

"And what do you have in mind for her?" I ask curiously, handing him a pretty purple nugget with a delicious aroma that wafts right up my nose the second I pull it from the bag.

"We"re gonna prowl the park and she"s gonna pick her victim. I wanna see her kill a mother fucker, and then we"re gonna fuck her," he says nonchalantly, grinding up the weed without casting a single glance my way. This is why we try not to make plans because every fucking plan we make goes right down the fucking drain. Being spontaneous is where it"s at apparently. Without saying anything else, Riley leaves the Mausoleum, slamming the old, concrete door behind him, and grabbing the attention of Nixon. As he walks out of the room, he gives Saint and I an intriguing look, scratching the stubble on his chin as he walks out in his underwear, his cock already hard and sticking straight up. Saint"s eyes follow it, finally looking up from his neatly rolled blunt to lick his lips as he sits down.

"Like what you see, Saint?" Nixon asks, smirking at both of us, grabbing the massive bulge in his lap that"s taunting us.

"Always," Saint says, flicking the zippo, igniting the flame that he puts to the end of the blunt.

"Matter of fact, why don"t you get over here so I can have a little taste?" He licks his lips before sticking the blunt between them, taking a decent rip that makes him cough almost immediately. Nixon looks at me intriguingly, and all I do is shrug. Ever since I told Saint about Nixon giving me head, he hasn"t stopped talking about it. He"s acting almost jealous for some fucking reason.

"What, you wanna suck my cock, Saint?" Nixon grumbles, walking over and sitting down beside him, snatching the blunt right out from his mouth.

"Why not? Isn"t that what we all do… together?" He grins, flicking his gaze between me and Nixon, jealousy rearing its ugly head once more.

"Well, I have a better idea." Now Nixon looks at me, then at Saint, a devious look taking over his features as he casts a subtle glance toward the room Scarlet"s in.

"Oh, I"d love to fucking hear it," Saint says, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

"Yeah, so would I." I agree, my cock already growing hard in anticipation.

"Well…" Nixon begins, puffing generously hard on the blunt before passing it to me. "How about we run a train? We haven"t done that in a while." He wiggles his brows, eagerly awaiting our replies. Saint and I share a look, not even having to think about it before blurring out our answers.

"Let"s fucking go." Saint stands first, taking quick strides towards the room.

"Hold up, who"s gonna be where?" Standing, I ask, already shedding my shirt, working on my pants next.

"I figured since Saint wants me so fucking bad, I"ll take him, while you take Scarlett, and Saint takes you." I grin, knowing I"ll get to have my sinner again, which is exactly what I fucking want anyway.

"Works for me." Saint agrees, rushing toward the room before Nixon or I can beat him to it.

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