20. Poetic Justice

Since we"ve been stayingat the apartment, things have been a lot more tense between the five of us. You figured since Scarlett has free reign of the place she"d be fucking happier, but she isn"t. She"s even more apprehensive now than she was at the mausoleum, but that"s probably because she found out that I fucking played her this whole time.

Yeah, I killed Carli that night in the cemetery. The moment I saw Scarlett holding the gun I knew I fucking wanted her. My brain, being all fucked up, didn"t know how to go about it the right way, though. So, I concocted a fucked up plan to make her fucking mine. Seeing Shawn spinning the gun around only helped me out, and the fact that Carli was there was the fucking cherry on top. Carli and I weren"t married long, but it sure as hell fucking felt like it. We were toxic together and even the guys agreed. She was too young for me—not that I have an issue with age, because I don"t—but she acted too young.

When I saw the opportunity to kill her and end the torment she was still causing me, I took it, knowing that her death would get blamed on the innocent group of kids merely having a good time on Halloween. Boy, did I ruin their fucking lives? I got more than what I wanted, though. Carli was fucking dead and Scarlett was mine, so it was a win-win.

I just wasn"t expecting all the shit that would come along with it. Falling in love with her was never part of the plan, but it happened and now we"re all trying to figure out where to go from here.

Sitting on the balcony of our apartment watching the blizzard wreak havoc on Salem, we pass another laced blunt back and forth, none of us quite knowing what to say. Even though Scarlett"s inside, I can feel her eyes burning a hole into my back, but I don"t turn around. Keeping my eyes on the heavily falling snow, I hit the blunt and held it in, passing it to Riley.

"Does Scarlett know you were married to my sister?" He asks out of the blue, keeping his eyes on the cars slowly driving below.

"Not that I know of. Why?"

"Just wondering. Are you going to tell her before we kill her?" He grins, blowing a cloud of smoke into Blade"s face, pissing him off.

"We"re not killing her, Riley."

"The fuck we"re not, Blade. That was always the fucking plan and we"re not fucking changing it." Riley glares at Blade and gets in his face, making Nixon get up, having to pull them apart again.

"Will you both shut the fuck up before she hears yo?—"

"Fuck you guys!" We all turn around at the sound of her screams, watching her run away from the open sliding glass door.

"Well, fuck. Now she fucking knows everything." I stand up and storm back inside, the guys following closely. Somehow we need to fix this and figure out what the fuck we"re going to do. Noticing four opened beers on the counter, we each take one and chug it down, thanking Trouble silently in our heads for the hospitality.

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