Omens (The Triad 3)

“Where the fuck are your shoes?” I asked him.

“Gave ’em to Scarlet. Hers got blood all over them when she cut off a dude’s cock and balls!” His eyes were bright, and his skin was flushed. He looked the healthiest I had seen him in a while.

Death will do that to a man.

“And where is Scarlet?” Tristan asked him.

“Oh, she’s having some fun in the parlor room. Fucking parlor room,” he said with a laugh. “Who the fuck has a parlor room anymore?”

“Want to take us to her, or do you want to stand around and chitchat?”

He looked at me and smiled.

“Someone misses his girl, eh?”

I went to take a step towards him, but Tristan’s hand was on my chest before I could make a move.

“Enough. Stop egging him on, Seb,” Tristan told him. “Just take us to the parlor.”

“Aye, aye!” he said, flipping his bloody switchblade open and moving us through the house with surprising ease. He had obviously been able to move through the place more times than we had.

“Most of the opposing side gone?” I asked him.

“They’re doing a count now,” he said as we made it to the front of the house. “But it looks like we got them all, and the last five remaining are right through there,” he said as he gestured through the wide-open archway that led to a scene I didn’t think he could have prepared us for.

“My boys!” Scarlet exclaimed as she made her way over to us in her too-big boots and covered in blood. She fell into Tristan, kissing him on the cheek as I looked over to Seb. He just leaned on the wall and smiled at her like the cat who got the cream.

She moved to me and leaned her entire body flush with my own. The smell of blood assaulted my senses as I looked down at her. Her eyes were practically glowing, the blue set off nicely by the dried blood on her cheeks.

“Hey, handsome,” she said in her husky voice that went straight to my fucking cock.

She stood on her tiptoes, and I met her halfway, giving her a kiss before she winked at me and skipped off back to her prisoners. Motshan was sitting in a chair, nursing a wound on his side with Niamh, while five men and one woman sat on an antique sofa, bound and gagged.

“Welcome to the party, my loves!” she sang.