1. King

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King

“ H alloween Town, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em,” Margot at the ticket booth answered the phone. I chuckled as I squeezed out of the small room that housed the two women who ran the ticket booth.

The town was getting ready for Halloween; it was our biggest night of the year and everything had to run smoothly. We weren’t an actual town, more like a carnival that was here year-round. I ran this place along with Boogie. I was usually the face of everything while he took care of a lot of things that happened behind closed doors and a lot of things happen behind closed doors here.

This was my last run-through before I got ready for the night. The haunted house was ready to go. The haunted cemetery, the corn maze and the hall of mirrors were getting cleaned. The shops, games and concessions were my last stops before doors opened in an hour and a half.

The crew we had for concessions was getting the last of the food prepped and ready. The alcohol was getting rolled out to coolers and our spooky cotton candy vendor was getting everything set up.

The small row of shops were almost done when I checked to make sure no one needed anything. My last stop was our famous fortune teller who only graced us with her presence on Halloween night.

“Need anything, Addie?” I walked into her tent looking around.

“I’m good, King,” she said, grabbing something out of a box and turning around to me.

Addie was a beautiful woman, but her one dark and one blue eye made me feel like she was seeing into my soul. I willed myself not to shiver from her gaze.

“Tonight will be a good night for you,” she said, putting a few things on some shelves.

She told fortunes and sold things like candles, herbs and a few trinkets; but she made most of her money from her fortune telling. Many people came tonight just for her, which is why I always waived her booth fee. It was beneficial for both of us and we made a lot of money.

“I hope so. Halloween always needs to go well,” I said, getting antsy and ready to leave.

“Care for a little bit of advice,” she said, walking up to me.

“Advice or my fortune?” I tried my best to stay cool.

“Maybe both.” She shrugged, looking up at me since I was at least six inches taller than her.

There were times, I felt like Addie was something more than she led me to believe, like she really could see the future and it wasn’t a hoax.

“Sure, hit me,” I said, forcing my eyes on her.

“She loves funnel cake and tonight will be different if you're ready for it,” she said, patting my chest before turning around to go back to unpacking. “She is nervous, but she wants more, maybe just a taste or maybe a lifetime.”

I knew exactly who she was talking about. A girl who had shown up to the town every Halloween for the past two years and that creeped me out even more. She shouldn’t have known about her, no one did. We didn’t even know who she was, other than she was dressed like a doll every time, and she’d piqued our interest the first year we saw her.

I remember it like yesterday, she walked through the town, unbothered and curious. She strolled through the haunted house with a small smile on her face and each time she got scared, her smile grew. The first time we looked at each other, I swear something happened between us. I was trapped in her gaze before some asshole ran into her. When I told the guy to watch where he was going, she had left, and I hadn’t seen her again till the following year.

“If you're too creeped out, you can forget I said anything.” She looked over her shoulder pulling me from my thoughts.

“I just don't know what to think of you,” I said. “I’m used to knowing everything about everyone here and well, with you, you're the wild card I know I should respect, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be wary.”

“Fair enough,” she chuckled. “Tell Boogie I said hello. I hope you have a good night, King.”

“You too, let me know if you need anything,” I said, walking out of the tent, letting out the shiver I had been holding back.

Addie always left me on edge. I hoped the walk back to the trailer I stayed in with Boogie would be enough to rid me of the uneasiness. I didn’t quite understand this feeling, but I had met some deranged people in my life. Our trailer was behind the haunted house far into the woods, so far that no one knew we were there. People said hello as I walked past, and a few people stopped to ask about a few issues.

“Uh… King?”

I stopped, looking back at Dax. He was a pain in my ass, and I was getting tired of his shit.

“What?” I clipped.

“I was wondering if I could work the haunted house instead?—”

“No,” I snapped. “Do you not remember what happened last time?”

“Yes, but it was an accident that I fell,” he said defensively.

“You fell on a fucking kid, Dax, and that wasn’t the first time you hit or fell on anyone else,” I snarled. “Either work the concession stand or quit and at this point, I’m really hoping for the latter.”

“I don’t think that is fair,” Dax said, attempting to look brave.

I walked up to him, glaring down at him. “Then fucking quit.”

“I…I man?—”

I growled. “Choose your next fucking words wisely, Dax.”

He stayed quiet, looking like he might shit himself.

“If you quit, tell Celeste and if I find out you left without a word, I’ll send Boogie to go find you,” I snarled.

“Uh… I’m… Ok,” he stammered before running away.

I took a deep breath, watching him scurry away.

Sometimes, I hated running this place and dealing with my high ratio of idiots.

By the time I made it back to the trailer, it was late afternoon. Music was playing when I opened the door and the man that helped me run this place was in a towel drinking water in the small kitchen we had. Boogie wasn’t just the man that helped me run this place, he was also the person who was in my bed at night.

“Hey, I was wondering when you were going to be back,” he said, giving me a soft smile.

Boogie was the complete opposite of the person I thought I would end up with. He looked like an angelic model. His hair was golden blond, with gray eyes, chiseled jaw, pouty lips and a body that people would (and did) worship. He was the light to my darkness. If he didn’t have so many tattoos, he would have looked like everything good in this world, but he was far from it. He had been tarnished during his childhood and because of that, Boogie was anything but angelic. He was the boogie man who haunted the night and relished in your screams.

“I had a talk with Addie,” I said, closing the door.

He raised his brow at me. “What did she say?”

“That she loves funnel cake.” He tensed. “And tonight will be different if we want it to be.”

“That woman creeps me out,” he said, rubbing his smooth jaw.

“I know, me too,” I said, grabbing his glass from him to drink the rest of his water.

“Do we want it to be different?” He bit his lip.

“It’s just one night,” I said, rubbing my thumb on his lips, stopping him from chewing on it. “She might not even show up tonight.”

“Do you really think it’s going to be just one night?” He bit my thumb.

I shrugged. “One night and then she’s gone. There’s always a chance we won’t see her again.”

“Are you going to be ok with that? We know how possessive you get,” Boogie kissed my jaw. “Are you going to be ok seeing me fuck her?”

“Are YOU going to be ok?” I don’t know why I asked if I already knew the answer.

“Oh, come on, King, you know I love to see someone fucking you or riding your cock.” He grazed his teeth below my jaw. “You’re the possessive one.”

“It’s cause you’re mine and I don’t share,” I growled, knowing it wasn’t fair that I could fuck people, but he wasn’t allowed to.

It was our unspoken rule that if we had sex with anyone else it would be together.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it?” He slid his hand over my ass. “Imagine how she would feel with both of us sinking into her tight pussy.”

I shivered at the visual, this wasn’t the first time I had imagined it.

“It’s tempting,” I said, thrusting against his towel.

“We should have fun.” He kissed my pulse.

“Should we? I thrusted against him again, feeling his hard cock.

“I think we should.” He groaned when I ran my hand down his length.

“I’ll think about it,” I said, giving him a quick peck before walking away.

“You asshole,” he growled.

I chuckled, I already knew my answer. I just liked to fuck with Boogie and have him squirm a little. Tonight, we would catch a doll, and I was fucking ready for it.