Melt - Rique and Miranda (Complete)

Epilogue

Nico - 3 years later

I clean the blood off of my hands with the towel Luis hands me. Wiping my face first, I clean off my hands next, idly thinking about how nicely the black towel hides blood, but shit gets bleach-stained easy. How the fuck does that happen when we don't use bleach?

"It's so unbearably hot in this place. I'm all sweaty!" Miranda complains, fluffing her hair off the back of her neck, making her scent waft over to wash out the coppery stench of blood for a moment. I peek at her and fight off the smile. She's wearing black stilettos with gold heels and a pretty dark blue dress that hugs the gentle swell of her belly. Our three rings grace her fingers, the human-style tradition to show her our love and devotion the only jewelry she's wearing other than a new collar made of white strands of tiny white pearls and blue sapphires. One of the stilettos is tapping impatiently on the rough concrete floor of the unfinished skyscraper. She's magnificent... and such a fucking brat.

Luis smirks at me as he moves toward her, bigger and more muscled than he was even a year ago. "Sí, bella. The sweat is disgusting," he teases her. Careful to avoid smearing blood on her, he leans forward and licks her cheek. "Mm, delicious."

I flick some entrails at him. "Don't touch her," I rumble lowly. "She's clean." She's also hot. Her face is slightly pink and there's a hint of sweat dotting her hairline. At home in Texas it's hot, but it's a dry heat. Here in Florida, it's hot and humid. We'll need to get her out of the heat and cooled off soon. It's not good for our pup or her mama.

"Whatever, pendejo" Luis huffs.

He's lucky he's cute. I don't say it out loud. I don't want Miranda to think we aren't getting along when she and Rique aren't here with us. They were finally able to come with us on a job when my boss, Devel Grim, ordered me to Cuba to hunt down one of the watchers from the video. The video that garnered 'one-hundred-and-one leads,' as Miranda likes to remind us, 'thank you all so very much.'

I followed Frederico from Cuba back to Florida, then called my lovers for a much-needed vacation. Rique and Miranda usually don't go with us. They're too busy helping my brother and his mates rebuild the pack. But this was a special case.

"Alright, bella, good enough?" Rique steps back, his torso and arms drenched in blood, eyes dark with satisfaction. I still can't feel my wolf for the most part, but I can see Rique's beta-wolf, lurking in sadistic pleasure for the kill. He drops the knife to his side and examines his masterpiece with a critical eye. "It's not lopsided, no?" He backhands his little brother across the chest, "Is it lopsided, Lui?"

We all step forward to look at Rique's art Deco project. Luis spits on the mutilated corpse with disdain. Frederico Alonso Hernández was old money and an even older pervert. He made some particularly interesting comments during our livestream. Among them was his offer to pay to rape our female. The thought makes the darkness hidden deep inside me quiver. My wolf... I think... maybe.

Currently, Frederico is missing two eyes, a tongue, four fingers, and his dick. It goes well with the words carved into his torso and abdomen and across his thighs. Not slurs, jokes. My favorite is simple, 'where's the banana?' over his missing cock.

"It is remarkably symmetrical. Good job, baby," Miranda croons to Rique before kissing him, their tongues tangling.

"Why not cut off his pointer fingers, too?" Luis asks. He pokes Frederico's hands with a frown.

"It's funnier this way," Rique says contemplatively as he pulls away from our female. So much for keeping her clean. He's drenched in blood after dismantling Frederico. "Three fingers. This is like a pincer grasp, like a crab, no?"