To Capture a Thorn (The Society 2)

We watched as Alexander went into the library, Heather’s dead weight hanging over his shoulder. The person next to him was opening doors.

When nothing happened, Fred sped up the video until we got to the two people exiting.

Alexander was clear, and he talked to the woman.

“Sound?”

“No, not for this.”

Then I saw it. The woman removed her mask, and I stared at Chloe as she kissed Sian’s father.

“Well, well, well,” I said.

“Mateo, you want me to fast forward?” he asked.

“Yes.”

And I watched. I watched as Chloe started the fire, locking and securing the doors. She stepped out of the library dressed in her school uniform, looking happy with herself. The smoke flooded the camera, but I saw Sian. I saw her smacking the glass, trying to get to her friend.

I waited, and then I saw Chloe again as she cut Sian’s hair right off.

I had my evidence, and now I also felt my rage.

Chapter Eight

Dante

Alone in the library, it was easy to gather my thoughts and to draw. This was my private happy place. People rarely came in here. Any place that was private gave me a happy feeling. I liked to draw alone in the silence.

Only, I was alone until William came in.

He’d spotted me and given me a nod, but had yet to say anything. I wondered what was on his mind. He always had something to say, but clearly, that wasn’t the case now. I watched him grab a book off the shelf and start to read it.

Turning the page of my notebook, I watched him as I started to sketch.

I noticed the way his hand bounced on his lap as if something plagued his mind. He gnawed at his lip. What was going through that head of his? Did he want to talk to me about it? Did he want anything from me?

Silence.

Sketching his outline, I started small relevant details. The frown across his forehead. Each small element bringing the picture to life in a way I loved to see unfold, even if it was by my own hand.

The more I drew, the more concerned I became.

I was about to open my mouth and ask him what was wrong when the door opened, revealing our girl, Sian.

“Hey,” she said.

William looked up. “Hey.” He put the book down. “What’s up?”

“Gideon said I’d find you here. Mateo’s on his way back. He says it’s big. Whatever he’s got to show us.”

“There he goes bragging about the size of his dick, putting us all to shame,” William said.

I saw her blush. Sian went to William, taking his hands.

“I’m not saying I don’t have a big dick as well.”

“Stop, William,” Sian said, laughing.

“I can’t seem to stop. I’d love to show you my big dick.” He pressed his face against her stomach.

I didn’t think Sian had even noticed me here. Sitting perfectly still, I watched whatever was about to happen unfold. I truly wanted to sketch it out. To hold this moment in my memory.

Sian ran her fingers through William’s hair. “I’d like to see it too.”

William looked up at her, and I’d have to say I was in a bit of shock as well. Sian wanted to see his dick. Not that I should be surprised. She’d been with me, and with how happy Mateo was this morning, I thought she was with him as well.

Sian chuckled. “What’s the matter? Have I embarrassed you?”

“No, not at all. I’m just basking and waiting to see if I heard correctly.”

He sat in the center of a large sofa. All Sian did was push him back a little, and I watched as she lifted the skirt of her dress then moved to straddle his waist.

“Does this help you think more clearly?” she asked.

His hands grasped her ass, lifting the skirt a little out of his way and revealing her white panties.

“Do you want me, William?” Her words echoed around the room.

My dick was already thickening at the sight. I loved her needy sound. How it filled the room.

I could listen to her all day, and I wanted to. I craved it. I put my pencil and notepad to one side. With Sian distracted, I was able to slowly ease down the zipper of my jeans, move my boxer briefs out of the way, and take myself within my fist. Working from the base up to the tip, I watched William touch her. I couldn’t see everything as her dress was in the way.

As if William could read my thoughts, he tore the dress from her body, tossing it to the side. The panties she wore along with the bra were sweet. White lace, and they followed the direction of her dress.

They fell on the floor.

“You’re a little overdressed,” she said, going for the shirt and tugging it off his head.

William lifted up and began to shove his now-open jeans and briefs down his thighs. They only got to his knees when he stopped.