by C. A. Rene
“Fuck,” she groans, “I hate when we do this.”
“Then why do we keep doing it?” I whine.
“I’m gonna head home to hurl, shower and die.” She says as she stands, “in that order.”
“Kay girl, call me when you resurrect.” I croak out.
I hear the front door closing and I slowly sit up and rise to my feet. I start to shuffle out of the family room and slowly take one step at a time to get to my room. I have shit to do today that was supposed to be done yesterday, but since I pissed that away-literally-I have double the shit today and while I’m hungover, no less. I get my ass into the shower, scrub Jose Cuervo off of me, and somehow grab clothing to make myself decent.
Today, I work out of my room because I need my marshmallow mattress under my ass. I make sure Emmett is able to procure the drug I need to incapacitate my victim and then I start looking through the pubs and bars in that area. I don’t really care if Carlos has an idea where he wants to take me, I will be making the decision on the place and I will be meeting him there. I pick the perfect place that looks small and secluded, and even better it’s only a couple minutes walk to Central Park.
I could’ve played Jennifer’s game and made her son’s death gruesome then send her an ominous message but I decided to make it look like a suicide. Taking into consideration his hectic lifestyle and the obscene amount of pressure his mother puts on him to succeed and follow in her footsteps, it’s not only plausible but downright believable. She’ll know though, she will know I did it and then I have to prepare for all out war. Luckily, I am now a Head and I have the rampage on my side, even though my overprotective older brother is going out of his way to make sure I stay safe.
It takes a few hours but I finally have my plan down to perfection and I’ve accounted for any missteps that could happen along the way. I text Carlos and tell him where I’ve been wanting to go and if it would be cool if he met me there. He-thinking with his dick-pretty much agrees with everything I say. Exhaustion starts soaking through my alcohol soaked brain and I end up passing out.
It’s Friday night and I have Vin, Emmett and myself sitting around the huge table inside Vin’s condo. Emmett has a raw steak pressed to his bruised eye as he whines about not being quick enough to kill the douche that jumped him.
“He came out of nowhere. I was just about to hop on my bike.” He grits out.
“Did you get a look at him?” I ask.
“No,” he shakes his head and winces, “ it was quick, he punched me and then he was off running and he was fast, too.”
“Weirdest jumping ever,” Vin mutters, “why didn’t he take anything?”
“Or it was orchestrated by someone who wants to prove you can’t protect yourself.” I muse.
“You think Carm would do this?” Emmett asks a little shocked.
“I think so, if it means he could convince you to stay here.” I nod.
“I didn’t think of that.” He groans, “I don’t want to believe it, and if I ask him it will be a problem.”
“You sort have failed though,” I point out, “so if it was him I would imagine he will be telling you.”
“Yeah, true enough.” Emmett nods.
Emmett came through with the drug I need. It’s a common roofie drug that I will need to put in this guy’s drink and get him to Central Park before he’s completely out of it. Tomorrow evening I will make a pit stop at Central Park and stash away the rope and a few other things I will need. Vin and Emmett will wait there for me and Carlos to make an appearance a few hours later. Then I will wrap that noose around his neck and swing him from the thickest tree branch.
“We all good with the plan?” I ask them. I watch as Emmett and Vin pass a look between them and I cock a brow. What the fuck was that?
Vin sees my expression and exhales a heavy breath, “we don’t like the thought of the son paying the price for his mother’s actions.”
“Oh?” I tip my head to the side, “what about my parents paying for the price of me killing a psychopath?”
“That’s on Jennifer, Em.” Vin implores, “she made that error, you do not have to do the same.”
“It’s too late, even if I wanted to change my plan-which I don’t-we wouldn’t have time to think up another one. I need to retaliate now.”
“Okay,” Emmett nods, “we’re with you either way, always.”
“Yeah,” Vin agrees, “always. I just want you to be able to sleep at night.”
“Don’t worry,” I grin. “I will be sleeping like a fucking baby after this.”
“Speaking of sleep,” Emmett stands, “I need to get back.”
“You stay here tonight.” I tell him, “I don’t want you going back alone.”
“Fine, I’m too tired to argue. I’m going to shower.” Vin and I watch him walk down the hallway towards the spare bedroom.
“Do you think Carm would do that?” Vin asks once Emmett is out of sight.
“I don’t know.” I shake my head, “but if he did, I won’t mind taking him into the ring to teach him a lesson.”
32
I settle on waving my hair out and leaving it loose around my shoulders, my makeup is light and a little too pink for my liking but I need to look like an innocent girl. I’m wearing a pair of light wash jeans with rips in the knees, a tight black lace tank top with a pink cardigan on top and a pair of light pink Jimmy Choo heals. This look is screaming virginal and ready for the taking all at once. I have a small black clutch that I’m taking with me and inside is a small baggy of crushed pills. I have an idea to order us a shot and distract him so I can pour some of it inside. Then I will ask him to take me on a romantic walk though Central Park. If that doesn’t work I will tell him I want to lose my virginity in public like a naughty girl. I’m banking on that one to get the desired outcome I’m looking for.
My burner phone buzzes beside me with a text. I open the screen and see it’s from Carlos. Obviously.
Carlos: Heading out in 10. What time should I expect you?
Me: I’ll leave in 10 too.
Carlos: KK!
Ugh, he’s probably thinking he’s getting laid tonight and it’s my job to make him believe that right up to the point he’s swinging from that branch. I walk out of the bathroom and into the living room where both Emmett and Vin are playing some shooting video game. Neither one notices me as they scream and swear at each other.
“Ahem.” I clear my throat.
Vin looks up first and his reaction is hilarious. His mouth turns down and his brows knit together. “What are you wearing? Is your face sparkling?”
“You don’t like it?” I mock pout.
“Not really,” he shakes his head. “You look like Martha Stewart’s daughter or something.”
“I like it!” Emmett says, “you look like a smart school girl.”
“Perfect.” I nod, “that’s the look I was going for.” I bend down in front of Vin and place a hand on his cheek, “I’m happy you like me for me.” I give him a quick peck on the lips and watch as he wipes off my shiny pink gloss with the back of his hand.
“Yeah,” he looks me up and down, “don’t get used to this look and burn that lip shit when you get back.”
Earlier in the day we found the perfect tree in the most secluded spot of the park. My duffle bag is hiding beside it behind a large bush. It was also an added perk that a bench was situated nearby. I plan on Carlos taking me there and give him the impression I want to fuck him on it. When it comes to guys, if you dangle a pussy in their face, they will pretty much turn off every other instinct except the one to procreate. Thank God Jennifer had sons and not daughters, otherwise I would have to hope they were a little bi-curious.
We all leave the apartment and when we get outside, we part ways. Vin and Emmett are going to go chill near the spot in Central Park and I am taking an Uber to the bar. I can’t be seen showing up with Vin or Emmett in case this guy is waiting for me outs
ide. The same goes with driving Shelby, I can’t have any witnesses and she is a car people would remember.
The Uber pulls up outside the bar and as I predicted Carlos is standing out front with a smug look on his face. He gives me a once over and I watch as his eyes darken with the telltale sign of lust. This one is going to be so easy, like stealing fucking candy from a baby. I walk up to him and put a little more swing in my step. His eyes follow the bounce of my tits until I’m right up in front of him. Then he quickly leans down and plants a sloppy kiss on my lips. Fuck that’s gross, can you catch mouth chlamydia from slobber? I school my features and suppress the urge to vomit, then I give him what I hope is the most rapey look ever.
“Do you want to grab a booth in the back or sit at the bar?” He asks.
“Booth, definitely.” I grin and look up at him through my lashes.
“Done.” I follow him into the dimly lit-hole in the wall-bar and he guides us to one of five booths lined across the back wall. I slide into the booth and I’m pleasantly surprised when he slides in beside me instead of sitting opposite. This will make drugging him all that much easier.
“What can I get you to drink?” A waitress asks us.
“I will take a beer, in a glass,” Carlos says. “A clean one.”
Ugh what a pretentious prick. “I will take a rum and coke, in a glass, that I’m sure is clean.” I nod, unable to hold in the sarcasm. The waitress grins at me and wanders off to get our orders.
“Was I being a dick?” He asks.
“No, no.” I shake my head, “I was just poking fun at you. Sorry.”
“It’s all good.” He smiles wide, showcasing his overly bleached teeth.
I plaster on a wide fake smile and inwardly cringe when my cheeks start to hurt. His gaze keeps dropping to the very little cleavage I’m showing and it’s taking all my strength not to give him one quick throat jab.
“So, what classes are you taking?” He asks me. I can’t get into school details because I don’t go to Columbia and I don’t want him catching on to that.
“Actually, I want to play a drinking game.” I nod as the waitress drops off our drinks, “we take turns naming public places and the other has to drink if they’ve had sex there.”
His eyes light up and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. Yeah asshole, you really are a simple minded guy. “Okay,” he grins, “an elevator.”
I don’t drink and give him what I hope is a blushing coy look. His smile widens and he drinks.
“Hmm…” I tap my chin in thought, “in a car.”
He takes a gulp of his drink and laughs when I still don’t drink. Of fucking course, I have fucked Vin almost everywhere but I need him to have a different opinion of me.
“In a movie theater.” He says. I shake my head and cover my face with my hands. I’m hoping this is how virginal girls look when they get embarrassed. He laughs again and drinks. Eww, he’s a real dirtbag.
“Central Park.” I whisper. His eyes widen and I am praying on everything that he doesn’t drink. When neither of us take a drink, I start to laugh and it’s genuine because this is a sign from God. “I think we should take a walk there later.”
“Yeah, we should.” He starts nodding and sucking back his beer. He’s all of a sudden in a rush to finish our drinks but I need to get him nice and drugged.
“Let’s have a shot of tequila and get out of here.” I breathe into his ear.
“Really?” The excitement shines through his eyes and I get that familiar tug at the base of my belly. No, not arousal, but bloodlust. I know I’m coming close to exacting justice for my parents’ murders and it feels so fucking good. I let the familiar warmth travel through my body.
“Yes, really. I just need more liquid courage.” When he turns his head to call the waitress over I slip my hand inside the clutch and pull out the baggy. With his head still turned, I slip my clutch to the floor and kick it to his feet. The waitress comes over and Carlos orders two more shots and asks for them to be rushed. The desperation is such a fucking turn off.
The shots are placed on the table with some salt and two lemon slices. I watch as pretty boy here licks his wrist like a girl and pours the salt. “Do you want some?” He asks.
“No, I shoot tequila straight.” Then I act a bit nervous and look around the booth, “do you see my purse anywhere?”
“It’s okay, it’s got to be here.” He looks around and underneath him.
“Is it on the floor?” I let my eyes water as my voice bleeds with anxiety. As he bends down to check, I pour the powder into his shot and watch as it quickly disappears.
“Got it!” He exclaims as he comes back up with my clutch in his hand.
“Thank you.” I smile widely at him.
His brow crinkles in thought but he quickly brushes it off and licks the salt. We both down the shots and I fold my lips into my mouth to stop my laughter as he fans his face while sucking the shit out of the lemon slice.
“I hate tequila.” His face screws up.
“I can tell.” I nod.
He pays our bill at the bar and practically drags me across the floor to the door. Once we get to the sidewalk we made a left and at a steady pace make our way to Central Park.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I ask, making small talk and hopefully getting some information along the way.
“No,” he side eyes me, “I’m an only child.” Huh, why would he lie about that? “How about you?” He asks me.
“Yes, I have an older brother.” I decide to lie a little, too. “He’s not around much and he thinks I’m a pest.” Not a lie. He stays quiet and nods a little to let me know he’s listening. “Your parents must be so proud of you. Columbia Law is prestigious.”
“They are.” He nods, not really revealing much. “My mother wants me here but she’s never content and my father just hates us.” He lets out on a huff. Then he looks to me and his face is lined with surprise like he actually didn’t mean to blurt all that out. “Sorry, fuck I don’t know why I’m saying all that. I don’t actually get along with my parents and just stay away.”
“I get it.” I nod, “your secrets are safe with me.” I smile at him. My stomach swirls with uncertainty for the first time and I try to tamper it down. I need to do this for my parents because what better way to get Jennifer back for fucking with my blood than to fuck with hers? But… what if her blood hates her too and I am sentencing him to death based on her crimes? Someone could have done the same to me or Emmett for Raphael’s crimes. Fuck, someone could’ve done that to Vin based on what Robert has done and Vin couldn’t be any more different from his father.
We get to Central Park and I lead him down the path we scoped out earlier. His steps start to falter and his pace slows. I look into his face and see it masked in confusion. His eyes are becoming droopy and his mouth curls down into a frown.
“I feel weird.” He says as he stops walking.
“Maybe you drank down those drinks too fast?” I open my eyes wide and give him an innocent look.
“Yeah, maybe.” He grabs my hand back up and we continue walking forward. “Where are you leading us? Somewhere private? I thought you hadn’t done anything here before?” His voice filled with accusation.
“I come here to read,” I blink up at him and smile, “I don’t like being around people.” I shrug. He blinks at me slowly and a goofy smile creeps across his mouth.
“You want us to defile your little reading nook in the park huh?” He leans in a bit closer and stumbles into me, “you want to come here every time and be reminded that I fucked you so hard there?”
“Exactly,” I breathe out in my most seductive voice, “I want to sit here tomorrow and still feel you inside me.”
He groans and we proceed deeper down the path. A few minutes later the bench comes into view and Carlos is now dragging his feet and walking like something off The Walking Dead. He spots the bench and makes a beeline for it.
He sits down and leans his head against the back with a groan.
“I just need to take a breather,” he mumbles. If he opens his eyes right now and looks a bit to the right, he will see the noose that Vin and Emmett hung up there while we were at the bar. Speaking of them, I can see both just sitting on the grass on the other side of the tree, watching us. “My mother tells me not to leave campus because I could be kidnapped. She treats me like a fucking child when I can look after myself. I can’t fucking stand her.” He’s practically passed out at this point and his ramblings sound like he’s talking in his sleep.
I get that feeling of uncertainty again and this time, I listen to it. Maybe Vin was right, Carlos shouldn’t be punished for the choices his mother made. If I do this then I would be no better than her and I have always made sure my killings were based on that person's actions. With a huff I go and plop my ass beside him and watch as he snores softly. Vin and Emmett stand up and walk over to us.
“He’s out?” Emmett asks.
“Yeah.” I nod.
“Okay, how did you want to do this?” Vin puts his hand in my hair. His touch cements my decision, we are not our parents.
“I’m not going to kill him.” I look up into Vin’s eyes and then over to Emmett, “we are not our parents.” I repeat out loud.
“We don’t have to kill him to send a message.” Emmett pipes up, “we could make this look like a botched suicide. The pills I gave you weren’t your typical roofie, these are strong sleeping aids and they leave the system fairly quickly.” He walks over to the noose and pulls it down from the branch. “We can wrap the noose around his neck and lay him by the tree. Then take some pictures with your burner phone.” He comes with the noose in his hands and drops it down over Carlos’ head and tightens it around his neck. “Then in a few hours you can send those photos anonymously to the police department. It can’t get traced.”