Chapter 31

Billy's POV

I watched her sleep soundly on her stomach, wish I could say Stu and I took it easy on her but she pissed me off and my anger somehow became lust, and all I could think about is that I haven't fucked her. I traced her bruises feeling a hint of pride and guilt overcome me, she moans stirring in her sleep.

"Go away sex demons," she groans out tiredly, shooing me away. I smiled without meaning to, the feeling was so foreign, I inhaled her smell feeling at ease before kissing her forehead.

I groan when my mark starts to burn and itch, it usually means he wants me to come find him, I know I should but when I think of what I have here the last thing I want to do is leave.

A noise downstairs has me rushing downstairs, knife drawn my steps falter when I see Cotton holding my son and Stu holding Sam showing her gifts, my eyes widen when I notice the living room is filled with toys. His smile immediately falls when he sees me, so much hatred burns in his eyes for me.

"Why are you here?" he questions standing up, his eyes shine with so much anger toward me and he doesn't even know I set him up to go to Prison.

"Pause," I tell him holding my hand out toward him, moving my eyes to Stu

"What the hell is all this?" I question him, annoyed, I leave him unattended for an hour or two and he buys an entire store. Figures, after Amara passed out Stu wanted to talk about it which I didn't want to do.

"I'm an uncle and godfather, I have a right to spoil them," he says in a baby voice toward Sam who looks at him confused. That takes Cotton's attention off me.

"You are not the godfather,"

"Yes I am, and I'll just kill the competition"

I give him an Are you serious look as Cotton looks at him suspiciously for a few seconds before looking back at me.

"He's exaggerating, don't listen to him he fell on his head a few times when we were young," Stu scoffs standing up.

"That's because you always pushed me,"

"This conversation doesn't explain why you are both here," Cotton says dryly, he bounces Warren in his arms but he looks bored, only when he sees me does he give a small smile.

"That's my son you're holding" he just stares at me with a blank expression that pisses me off, an Idea comes to mind making me smile."You know my kids. Meaning I was inside your daughter,"

"Okay," Amara's mom interrupts, pulling on Cotton's arm and dragging him to the couch to open more gifts. I smirk when I see his angry expression. I knew he'd be even angrier if he knew what I did to her last night, he'd be even angrier if he knew I had her bent over panting in that very spot.

"Can you not mess with our father-in-law?" Stu whispers handing me Sam who I happily take, she cuddles into me making my chest warm.

"Can't help it the guy pisses me off,"

"How's A?" he bites his lip looking into my eyes intently.

"Tired but she's fine," he sighs in relief, studying me for a second. He hesitates like he's gonna say something then says nothing.

"I just think," I groan, cutting him off, he stomps like a child telling me to hear him out.

"You were rough on her last night," he says, covering Sam's ears.

"Yeah I know, not sure what came over me, one moment we were arguing, the next I could smell her fear and it pissed me off that she was afraid of me" I lick my lips thinking of punishments and every single one ended with her moaning under me

"That look on your face is dangerously close to the looks you were giving last night," I cock my head at him, suddenly noticing how close he is. Why the fuck was he looking at my face like that. I turn my body and Sam away from him.

"Don't make me kill you," I threaten him but he just steps closer leaning down at me with a dumb smile on his face.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," This idiot wants to die. I elbow him hard away from me making him choke on air gasping, Christina rushes into the kitchen patting Stu on the back.

"Did you hit him again?" she accuses me immediately.

"No," I answered dryly, heading into the living room. I ignore the glares of Cotton's wrath and focus on my daughter who can't stop staring at me.

"I almost forgot, look what I got them, baby Ghostface toys," he joyfully says holding up the toy to the one child I didn't scar for life.

"You better throw those away before she wakes up, she'll scratch your eyes right out," I warn him, pushing the toys away from us, I want no part of that. I swear he's an airhead. Once he hears the steps coming from the stairs, he starts to quietly panic.

She appears at the entrance of the living room rubbing her eyes. I notice her wearing a long-sleeved oversized shirt that covers a good amount of her neck, Cotton's off the couch hugging her before we can even approach her. She groans but returns the hug. Her eyes went wide looking at the gifts that filled the living room.

"I'm so glad you're okay, but you know you have to give your statement to the police," he tells her, holding her shoulders, she winces, pulling away from him, and she sends us a chilling glare.

"Not today Dad,"

"What happened to your shoulder?" he tries to touch it but she smacks his hand away. I bite my lip holding back a smile.

"I don't wanna talk about it, give me my son," she immediately brightens when Warren is placed in her arms, he returns her bright smile holding her tight. Everything feels right.

"Did he hurt you?" he accuses looking at me. It's always me I mean he's right but she has a pain kink she loved every bit of it.

"No, just let it go, please," he looked like he wanted to push further but once her mom told him to let it go, he dropped it immediately like the desperate-in-love idiot he is.

"What the hell are those?" anger replaces her features as she stares at the mini Ghostface stuffies, she looks from everyone until her eyes land on Stu. I moved away from him wanting no part of this.

"Come on, aren't they cute?" he grabs them holding them up to Warren whose eyes light up wanting one.

"Get those away from my baby before I kill you," her voice is chilling, Stu backs away quickly throwing the plushies away, at least that's what it looked like to her.

Her eyes fall on me, I give her an innocent smile holding Sam closer to me. I know now I can't kill her but if she ever does take my babies away from me, I have to put her down, and it hurts like hell to think about which is why I just need to keep her by my side. After last night I think I proved my point.

"We're still gonna have to move guys, as far away from here as possible," Christina says leaving no room for discussion, I bite my lip holding back a groan as my hand scar starts to burn again, I notice Stu tense meaning his scar was burning too.

"Typical Loomis, you got blood on your hands too?" Cotton angrily directed at me, it was then I remembered Christy said Danny killed Cotton's little brother.

"Dad!,"

"Not yet," I warn him, I smirk when his face gets redder from anger. Stu suddenly pulls me by the neck against him turning me away from Cotton

"What the fuck?" I fume pulling my head back but his grip tightens.

"Your eyes," he whispers to me.

"Um Cotton, you should go," Christy tells him, urging him out the door and ignoring his protests. Only when he's gone does Stu let me go.

"Have you killed yet?" I look at Amara who focused on Warren, "No I haven't"

"You know what happens if you don't,"

"Yeah...I know, let's not tell Amara about this," Stu looks at me like he's about to explode.

"We just got everything out in the open, I'd rather not keep anything else from her, plus she throws things when she's angry,"

"Can you just do what I tell you," I snap at him.

"I always do what you tell me,"

"Yeah but with so much fucking backtalk,"

"Fine next time I won't say anything,"

"Fine,"

"Good,"

"And you know what else," he tries to add, making me groan.

"Enough, you guys are giving me a headache, not in front of the twins," she scolds us, he sticks his long tongue out at me before walking toward Amara, he kisses her cheek but keeps his eyes on me. I'm definitely gonna beat his ass when no one is around later.

Eight months passed by and I can honestly say it's been the best eight months of my life. Amara and I were able to rebuild what was broken, and having Stu in the mix has helped make our relationship better, not one day has gone by without us together. I thought it'd be hard to accept that she wanted both of us equally, especially since she loved me first but after the first time, it felt normal.

Cotton came over three hours ago taking the twins and Amara with him to the Zoo, and for some reason, he did not want us there, I mean I know he hates us but he was acting stranger than usual and I caught a scent off him, a scent I've never smelt from him before.

Fear.

Stu comes crashing into the house quickly locking the door behind him, "We gotta go, someone turned us in,"

"What?!"

"My sister called to warn me, Someone told the police everything, about Jacob and Alex, the party, the masks, Casey and Steve they know were behind it all and they have proof," he rants pacing back and forth.

"My parents are gonna be so mad at me," I feel him start to panic.

I grab him by his shirt roughly pinning him against the wall, "Get ahold of yourself, we have to get Amara and the twins,"

"Billy, I checked her house, none of their stuff is there," he hesitantly tells me. I let go of his shirt stunned, I ran my hand through my hair roughly before ramming my fist through the wall.

"Fuck!" I scream but it doesn't make me feel better, the blood leaking down my hand doesn't make me feel better. Why the fuck would she run? Everything was fine, we were doing fine.

"I'm gonna kill her,"

"Woah we don't know if it was her,"

"I should've handcuffed her to the damn bed like I originally planned," I pulled my knife out of my jacket pointing it at Stu.

"She wouldn't do this," he tells me unaffected by the knife pointed at him.

"No one else knows that much about us!" I yell, my hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. Stu suddenly grabs my hand undoing my fingers one by one from around the knife taking it from me.

"I know you're pissed, I am too but I know our girl and she wouldn't do this," he assured me but it still hurts. Why does everyone leave me?

"Maybe she didn't turn us in but she still could've found out about it and ran," I point out he thinks for a moment before letting out a huff of annoyance. I suddenly notice he's still holding my hand, so I pull it away from him feeling uncomfortable.

"No," he suddenly says after a few seconds.

"No?"

"No, we are not hurting her, we're gonna find her and let her explain herself," he tells me, folding his arms as if to stand his ground.

"And if she tells you that she ran after we specifically, verbally and sexually told her not to?"

"Will cross that log when we come to it," I squinted at him confused.

"Bridge, you mean bridge?"

He cocks his head at me, a look of confusion all over his face. "What bridge?" I hold my head stepping away from him, I just can't with him sometimes.

"Give me my knife"

"I thought we agreed,"

"It's not about that," I cut him off, feeling a cold chill go down my spine. "People are coming, with guns,"

"How the hell do you know that?" he asks, shocked.

"Not sure,"

"Were gonna kill them?" he asks with excitement in his voice.

"Every single one," he hands me my knife and mask.

"Sounds like fun,"