Antichrist

I take my knife out of the holster and raise it to his neck, right over the green vein that pulses furiously.

“If I cut right here, you’ll bleed out in less than five minutes, and fuck, you and I both know that with Meraki it takes less than five seconds.”

I sink the tip of the knife into his skin and watch as it splits open and red liquid fills where it was cut. His eyes widen farther, looking right into mine. There was a time where Luca was my best friend, but that was short lived. Meraki just didn’t know because I kept how I felt about Luca to myself.

“Stop playing with him and come play with me,” Meraki says from over my shoulder and I smirk up at Luca one last time, rounding his body and cutting his hands out from the bond they’re in.

He falls to the floor with a thud, landing sideways so his eyes are directly on Meraki. I kneel back down in front of him but call out for Mer.

“Come here, baby.”

She crawls over the floor toward me, and I bring my hand to her knee. “Open your legs.”

She peers up at me from thick lashes before finally spreading her legs wide while leaning back on her elbows. I reach for Luca’s hand and shove the sharp side of the knife around his fingers before pulling him closer to her. Blood spills out from the vein in his neck as I pull him toward Meraki. She doesn’t move.

I run the handle of the knife over her clit before inserting it into her wet pussy. I turn back down to see Luca’s face turn purple, the whites in his eyes bleeding out as his veins explode beneath the skin. I see the exact moment he dies because his body turns limp.

Taking the knife out of his hand, I flick him away and continue to pump it inside of her, ignoring the sharp sting that’s vibrating in my palm.

Mer breathes in harshly, her perfect tits pushing through the air. I lean over and suck one into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the nub while laying her flat on her back. I bring my other hand to her ass cheek that’s now wet with Luca’s blood and squeeze.

“Let go, Meraki.”

She bites into her lip to stifle her moans, but I bring that same hand up to her face and tug it out of her mouth, leaving a trail of Luca’s blood all over her face.

“Don’t hide that shit from me.” I pump her harder with the handle of the knife, lowering my mouth down onto hers while licking a trail all the way to her ear. “Fucking scream, baby.”

She does, her legs shaking violently as her nails dig into my back and she drags them down to my rib cage.

“Niko.”

I smirk against the flesh of her neck because I fucking got her.

Her chest shakes and her lips quiver as I retract the knife and place it beside her head. She’s bloody, sweaty, and well played with.

She covers her eyes with her palm. “Oh god… I can’t believe I just—”

“—you just what?” I pull her hand away from her eyes. “You came all over the same knife that killed the man who has been abusing you for years with his blood dripping over your ass cheek? Fucking own that, baby. You earned it.”

“Really, you two? I mean, fucking, really?”

Meraki freezes from below me, and I watch her reaction closely. It’s going to be a big deciding factor on what happens next and how it’s going to come about when—

“Ari!” she screams, shoving my body off her. She runs down the stairs.

“Naked, Meraki!” I snap, rolling onto my back and bringing my eyes to my brother.

Meraki scoops up my stray shirt and slides it over her head, all while never skipping a beat. When she reaches Ari, she jumps up onto him, her arms hooking around his neck to bring him down to her mouth. Meraki was always the little toy that bounced around our friend group, but not in the way most people would think. More because she’s so fucking small beside all of us.

“Are you fucking alive? Is this real?”

“Oh?” Ari glares at me from over her shoulder, a playful smile teasing his lips. “Papi didn’t tell you?”

Meraki pushes back from him as if she has just realized that she has been betrayed by both of us. “Wait.” She points between us. “How could you?”

Ari’s eyes flick toward me. “We had no choice.”

“Bullshit!” she snaps, crossing her arms in front of herself. “There’s always a choice.”

“Like you had one?” I answer smoothly, buckling up my jeans, lighting my cigarette, and stepping down the bloody stairs to collect my cut. “Because let’s be real honest here, since you wanna be real honest, you also had choices.”