She actually mutters, “thanks,” before turning back around and disappearing inside. The door shuts behind her, and I turn to Cameron.
“That went well,” he grins.
“It did, but I think we need to make certain she understands just how far we are willing to go. I want to make sure she truly believes us.”
“Yeah?” Cam cocks his head, “What you have in mind?”
“I think we follow her home and give her a little taste of what we can do to her.”
I can see the wheels in Cam’s head spinning, “I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin, given her reaction to what you said earlier, and I’m not okay with taking her cherry tonight.”
I give him a deadpan look, “I didn’t say we were fucking her. I highly doubt she would allow that to happen. I mean testing the waters. Let’s just mess with her a little bit, corner her, maybe get a little taste of her. Find out if she really is a virgin or not.”
Normally, I wouldn’t have to try for a girl, they come to me, on their backs or knees willingly, but Stella is a whole other beast. She’s going to fight us tooth and nail, but she’ll enjoy it. I’ll make sure of it.
“Yeah, let’s do it. She intrigues me. Not really sure why. She seems to be the simplest girl here at Blackthorn, and yet she’s not simple at all.”
“I get it.” And I do because in my own mind I’m trying to rationalize the growing obsessive thoughts I’m having about her. I want to know everything there is to know. “Can you get information on her? How old, address, and stuff? Find out anything we can use against her?”
Cam rolls his eyes, “Do you think this is my first rodeo?”
“No, but it’s the first girl you’ve ever had to learn the name of,” I tease.
“Shut up. When you’re fucking them, they all look and sound the same. Plus, names aren’t needed when I’m giving them the best orgasm of their lives.”
Cam’s a playboy and an asshole. I’m just an asshole with a dark obsession that I hide well. It’s no secret that we both like to share, and Stella, she might just become our newest conquest.
“Tonight, we show her what we’re capable of.”
“Tonight,” Cam says, and we walk our separate ways.
Following Stella home was easier than I expected. For a girl as terrified as she is, she lead us right to her house without a single pitfall. Granted, even if she was looking for a car following her, she wouldn’t have seen us through the thick black cloud of exhaust her car drags behind her. She needs a new car, like yesterday.
We follow her into the shittiest neighborhood in town and watch her pull into the driveway of a small rundown house. Jesus, the girl, has charity case written all over her. It’s no wonder she works at the school instead of attending it.
She barely has two pennies to rub together.
As a safety measure, we park a good block away and watch her get out of the car and walk into the house. I don’t like the fact that she’s so oblivious to her surroundings. She should be paying better attention. Watching her back. There are a lot of assholes out there that could hurt her. Assholes like us…
“This neighborhood is terrible.” Cam points out the obvious.
We wait in the car for thirty minutes before we get out and walk down the sidewalk.
“Should we break in or just ring the doorbell?” I ask, not being sarcastic at all.
“Let’s surprise her,” Cam snickers, and we make our way around the house. We walk up to the back door, and I can already see it’s not going to take much to force our way in. There is a thin looking glass in the center of the door that will be easily broken.
Before we even get close to the door, a floodlight above us switches on, shining a bright light on us. Shit. I look at Cam, who just shrugs his shoulders at me. A moment later, the same door we were about to break down opens, and a gray-haired lady appears in front of us. Fuck, this wasn’t part of the plan. I’m about to spout out some random excuse of why we are creeping around at the back of her house when she surprises me by smiling widely.
“Oh, there you are,” she greets us like she was expecting us to be here. “Well, come on in, don’t be standing out here in the cold.” Stepping aside, she opens the door wider to make room for us.
Okay… This is odd. I give Cam a questionable look, but he doesn’t miss a beat, taking the invitation, and stepping inside. Shaking my head, I follow him.
The backdoor leads straight into the kitchen. It’s small, the furniture is colorful and mismatched, but it also has a strange kind of cozy appeal to it.