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“I’m not going to...” He pauses but then begins entering the bath. Water overflows and splashes upon the tile floor. “Fuck it,” he says, then I feel Marcus’s chest rumble in laughter from my back.
We take turns, gently washing one another. Bobby is facing me in the tub, scrubbing a cloth over my legs as Marcus washes my shoulders.
Then Bobby leans in, kissing Marcus and I. “You both did so well. Let’s go to bed, shall we?”
And in that moment, I feel worshiped, I feel loved.
Chapter 19: Kenneth
Sabotage,Beastie Boys
The amount of pricks that have showed up to this establishment is irritating. Ronald has five friends with him, and Mr. McKinley has two hunting partners. Then there is Bobby, myself, Lyle and Gregory. I cannot wait for this bloody thing to be over and we can throw their bodies onto a bonfire.
The McKinleys had led us here under false pretenses, that this would be a hunt to make amends for misleading our business dealings. My investigator finally came back with more annoying information regarding the McKinleys’ personal lives and business dealings.Apparently, they try to fuck over all their partners, like the narcissistic twats they are, gas-lighting them and manipulating. Utilizing these tactics to then take over that said business, increasing their fortunes and marring everything in their way. After Tilly, Ronald killed his girlfriend, but they hid her death as a drug overdose. Though the parents were not convinced and tried to sue the McKinley family for wrongful death and lost financially in court.
These people are disgusting and do not deserve to breath air.
The mansion behind us was built on the several businesses this man and his family have fucked over.
His wife, she is just as bad, aiding and enabling her children.
Each of her sons has killed a girlfriend.
Her husband is a serial abuser within the kink industry. After seeing what he did to Marcus, I could shove dynamite up his ass and watch him explode.
How dare he give our society a bad name.
There are several pompous friends of Ronald’s here, wearing obnoxious hunting gear—heavy mackinaw wool, suede and leather sports coats—while my brothersand I wear green or camouflage. I hear them snicker under their breaths, but they won’t be snickering when their bodies are hung from the trees. They will be great outdoor decor for their ridiculous mansion.
Baba’s scout reviewed the layout of the landscape earlier today, before we were to do this night hunt. We have men set up on the perimeter, Baba is patiently waiting with my brother Jacob, our pub keep, Llyod, Tilly and Marcus.
When the evening comes, then we shall destroy this land.
It is dinner time and the sun is setting. We are settled around a fire cooking bacon and eating sausages, huddled on cut logs, surrounding the flames. I have a bad feeling that because Baba and our individual scouts have been out and about, we may have scared the animalsaway.
No one has caught anything, and now Ronald is insisting we need to hunt at night to find better vantage points and increase our luck, or some shite. I just want to shoot him now and get it over with, but I understand Tilly and Marcus need closure and Baba wants to fuck with them.
Before Ronald continues explaining the routes around the property, I hand him the tin can of special cupcakes Baba made.
“Here, our dear grandmother made these for all of us. Sorry, I had some on the way here, but it will be nice to have something sweet to go with all the salt we have ingested.” I give a small smile and nod, as he takes the circle tin, passing it around. Him and his friends, alongside his father, begin eating. I peer down to find the lace of my boot untied, so I reach to fix it before we go running about the woods.
When I peer up and pale at the sight.
Bobby just took a fucking bite of the goddamned cupcake.
I lurch forward from the log, storming to Bobby and smacking the cupcake from his hand. “Aren’t you afucking diabetic?” I state through gritted teeth, my eyes widening.
“No, I’m—” He stops, assessing my face. “Oh. Oh! Yes, sorry I forgot. Just one bite.” He quickly picks up the cupcake and passes it over to Lyle, sitting beside him. He scowls at Bobby, snatching the cupcake and tossing it in the fire.
“Idiot,” Lyle mumbles under his breath, then peers up at me and shakes his head.
“How do you forget that you are a diabetic?” Ronald laughs with a full mouth; some morsels stuck to his lips.
My stomach turns. Thank goodness she masked the scent, because you wouldn’t even know they were full of horse feces and drugs, if it wasn’t for the sugar and tasty elements she shoved into those disgusting things.
“Now if I was a soldier, I bet I would have a high body count,” Mr. McKinley says, with no prompt or offer of conversation to begin.
“What?” Lyle asks, cocking an eyebrow at him.
