Chapter Twenty Two

The energy was hairy as fuck. I didn't know what the hell was going on, or what would happen. Drip was fucking ropable. And it was fucking hot. His flame had no ability to be extinguished. It didn't help that I was the one who was continuing to ignite it.

I knew for certain that Justin—the man that Mitch was supposed to be racing—was about to get an introduction to hell. My hell. Our hell? What sinistry was Drip unfolding? Was he finally alluding to my darkness? Everything I was seeing in him right then was Cole. His twin. That same level of shade that I was drawn to…before he changed.

Before I sent the asshole six feet under. For abandoning me when I needed him most.

Maybe Drip had been bottling in all those emotions since. Well, the cap was loose now.

I couldn't help but giggle out loud and clap with glee. My raspy tone only added to the reasons why I was a fucking lunatic. It was fucking electric. And now there is a gun? Though a pistol wouldn't be my first choice. It never had been…how boring? Where was the fun in that?

"Do you think he could handle a woman like me? With a pussy like mine?" The words rolled off my tongue like I was the one with the pistol and wore a crown on my head. The three of us looked at the guy like we were vultures. My heart picked up the pace, waiting for someone else to say something.

"He's going to find out, isn't he?" Drip's tone married mine, then Roe perked up.

"Fuck yeah, he is."

"Hmm. I like where this is going," I uttered.

I knew what I wanted to do with him the second I saw this guy, feeding off Drip's energy. I guess we were in sync like that. He'd known me since I was little, though I couldn't remember exactly how long ago that was. My life before them was kind of a fuzz really. All I remember was feeling cold, sore, and hungry all the time. Seeing nothing other than darkness and then the silhouettes of two boys hovering over me like I was their lost pet.

Their little secret.

Drip had come such a long way. He was such a frigid boy, always under the shadows of his twin. Who was my favourite of the siblings…as kids. Cole was like me—the outcast. Falling into my darkness and encouraging it, becoming it. Until high school. He was too perfect. He wanted the blue-collar life, always wanting to change me to someone that I wasn"t.

You couldn't change me. I wasn't normal.

I remember always pulling the wings off flies, and spitting blood from my steaks into a glass…and then drinking it. I was drinking tequila before class and snorting coke at lunch. Selling cigarettes to minors. Having sex with anyone I could sponge money from. But after all that, how was I the one to get suspended if I was the one getting raped by my fucking teacher?

Karma had come back around quickly though. Don't fuck with the bitch that had access to needles and peroxide. Apparently, being a violated rape victim as a minor wasn't a good enough excuse for killing a man for my own safety. A month in juvie for me and a slap on the wrist for him. With my history, no one ever believed me. Not after those articles about me. Except for Drip—after he found me on the bathroom floor that night.

Cole was the one who wanted to change me.

Cole was the one who got in the way of everything.

Cole was the one who called me a daddy killer and a mummy murderer…like those articles did. Yet he didn't oblige to being in my pussy.

"You will always be unwanted."

"Even your own blood didn't want you."

"Who would want to call you Mum?"

"Your kid will just be as fucked up as you. You're ruining our lives. Our family's name."

"Do us all a favour and die. Take your disgusting unborn child with you."

"I don't want it, or you."

I felt heavy in my chest as Cole's words from nearly eight years ago burned their way into my heart.I quickly swiped the tear that threatened to fall from my eyelid, swallowed the knot in my throat and grabbed the flask from my glove box.

With shaky hands and an emotion that I hadn't felt in years, I slugged down several, excessive gulps of the Bacardi, letting it burn my throat. Extinguishing whatever feeling that was in the pit of my stomach. I sat half in and half out of my car, waiting for everyone else to turn up. I made sure I had gotten there first, have a fucking minute to myself. Though there was a crowd behind me, they meant nothing to me.

I could hear the roar of bikes echoing in the distance. It was Mitch, with Ivy as a backpack. Good, the others wouldn't be far off. The night's race was by far one of the best routes The Underground ran. They would head south-east through the tunnel under the city and then through Zig Zag. Tight corners, steep accents and complete darkness.It was terryfing even during the day, but at night—pure adrealine.

"All good?" I asked them, as wired as I was earlier.

"Mhmm." Ivy nodded, deciding to stay sitting on the bike.

"Uh, I think so. Can I have some of that?"Mitch asked.

"Have at it." I gestured as Mitch took a swig from my flask, before walking back to the bike and passing it to the blonde. I liked her. Whenever she was around, Roe was slightly more docile…slightly. She was a good fit for The Underground, as was Mitch. They just all seemed to gel. Probably because they are so obedient.

Ten or so minutes had passed and there was still no sight of them. I scanned the horizon and Mitch stood beside me, playfully tapping his hip into mine as if we were best buds—with benefits.

"Where are they, do you think?" he asked, his tone somehow soothing the worry that laced my chest. He should be here by now. From where we were standing, looking down over the city—Drip's city—you could see everything. It was beautiful from up there. I searched every corner and every drop.

"Did you think Justin was going to go easily?"I said bluntly.

"True. True," he added, choosing to stay silent for the rest of the time. Finally. Flickers of lights paced through trees, but were gone faster than I had the ability to locate them. I held my breath, listening to my surroundings. The engine of the bike Drip swapped with Mitch sounded through the trees. The 1,300CC motor becoming clearer as it narrowed the distance, powering Drip through to the finish line.

He was the first to speed over the crest of the hill, faster than I had ever seen him race. Justin followed shortly after as he rolled over the apex, with Roe behind him and a gun hooked in his left hand.

"Hah, the dick head," I muttered under a breath. Maybe he tried to run off, what a fucking loser—weak.

Mmm, I like what I see. I trailed my eyes over Drip. He had parked barely three feet beside me, his corded muscles reacting as he revved his bike. That damn singlet was so tight. Drip had beads of sweat pooled over his body, and his chest was racing up and down. My heart raced faster and faster as he took his helmet off. It was like falling in love with him all over again, but in an entirely different way. I knew for sure he was feeling what I was feeling.

He was fizzed, riled up. Whatever static energy that was bouncing off him had a direct path to my pussy. Fuck, now I am really horny. And there was that itch again. That scratch that I never seem to have the ability to lul. Like last time in the garden, but it was much stronger than the last.

I wondered for a second what my car would look like with thick, crimson liquid over it…and my cum, and Drip's. Blood and cum.

Yeah, that. That is what I want. I was certain that Drip wanted that too.

So fucking twisted.

Drip threw his hands around me, and in seconds his lips were sealed over mine, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of my ass. His tongue dove into my mouth with such need and hunger, as if he was claiming me there and then, confirming my every thought. He is going to be the homicidal one tonight.

"Mmm," I groaned into his mouth ashis warm metal bar swirled around my tongue.

I could even taste his rage. It was fucking delicious. It was making me ache, everywhere. Is this really going to happen? He broke contact with me, leaving me breathless for only a moment to catch myself again.

"Can you do something for me, baby?"Drip asked with a layer of need. Though it wasn"t a question—it was a demand—one I"d only be happy to obey.

His steel eyes were cold, yet full of entice. Staring into my very soul with every ounce of dare, and desperation they could regulate. All I could do was stare into them and lose myself there. All these years, would you not understand that I would do anything for you? Anything? You don't need my permission. Just tell me. Okay, now say that. Why won't the words come out?

"Anything," I breathed the only word I could put together.

"I want you to kill him," he whispered and then paused, scanning my face for answers. I couldn't help but feel dejected. I didn't want to kill him—I wanted us to take his life—together. His lips opened again to speak, stretching into a grin and his eyes smiled with him before the words followed. "With me."

My heart skipped a beat and for a second, I thought I lost all control of my legs. "Do you think you can do that for me, sis?" he added. A moan slipped my lips and I connected with his again. His fingers curled into my skin deeper as he groaned, our darkened desires entwining together like cracks of lightning.

"Yes. Yes—God, fucking hell yes," I hissed. This is finally going to happen—together.

"Fuck. You're so good to me." Drip praised.

"Your twisted little secret?"

"My twisted. Little. Killer." He growled between kisses, referring to my last name. Which was ironically spelled killer backwards. Clever me.

Fuck.