Shiloh knew it was probably way too much to ask of Cain, she knew that it was dangerous. She knew that if Q found out heād lose his shit and if Gigi found out it would wreck their friendship. Still she needed a break from her brother. She couldnāt remember the last time sheād been away from him for more than class periods they didnāt have together or when she was sleeping. She didnāt have individuality. She was categorized along side her brother and her infamous cult leader father.
There DNA was embedded in her very core sure, but there was so much of her that was unexplored, parts of her that needed to break free without the stigma of who she was meant to be or who her family was. Having that for a night seemed more important to her then what her brother or Gigi would do if they found out. In fact, if she was being honest, Cain didnāt have to go with her. He could do whatever he wanted on his own for the night. She could more than handle herself, although he dragonfly tattoo on her neck that hid her neck would say other wise if you asked her brother.
"Fine." He finally breath stepping to her so there was only a sliver of space between them. He smirked down at her and the heat between them settled in the base of her neck and her cheeks. It was almost dizzying, him standing so close. "Your brother will kill me slowly and painfully if he finds out." He shook his head with a sigh and she couldnāt help but smirk at his words. It was the truth and Quinton made sure everyone knew that he wasnāt above murder when it came to his sister. Heād made that all too clear the first few weeks theyād been at the school heād beat the shit out of three different students whoād tried to hook up with her. It was part of the reason he went to confinement so much. She watched his lips stretch into a careless smirk.
"Oh well." He said simply and she decided in that moment he was either reckless or stupid, probably both. "We don't have all night, but we'll have until five am or so." He told her and she just rolled her eyes that last thing she wanted to hear about was rules. She knew she was Ciderella in this situation and eventually the clock would strike midnight and sheād have to be confined back to her bedroom with Geeg. "Where do you want to go, princess?" She raised a brow at his use of the nickname again. She wasnāt fond of it in the least, but something about it coming from his lips, made it okay.
She wasnāt sure where she wasnāt to go, in all honest sheād never had a choice. Sheād always done what her brother or father wanted her to do. Instead of giving him and answer right away she lopped a finger into one of his belt loops and pulled him closer. She knew what she was doing and she should stop before she was ahead, but she couldnāt help herself. She wrapped her free arm around his neck and lend up kissing him hard against the lips, wondering if heād pull away and when he didnāt she pushed him against the wall, leaning into him and kissing him hard before pulling away.
āTo the city.ā She breathed against his lips with a wicked smirk, like she was his girlfriend and they weāre simply discussing where she wanted him to take her on a date. āIām going to get ready. Meet me in fifteen, west wing exit?ā she breathed, but didnāt wait for him to give her and answer as she pushed him playfully against the wall and slipped up the stairs. She knew she had to get out of there before things went further. She wasnāt entirely sure what had come over her, but she didnāt regret it. The lingering sensation of his lips only continued to keep her heart racing as she slipped down the hall towards her room, to change out of her uniform.
Q knew he probably shouldnāt have told Georgia, his past crimes werenāt something he openly talked about with just anyone. Heād done some pretty fucked up shit. Some had been at the request of his father and the cults beliefs, while others had been simply experimentation on his part. Killing someone had surprisingly been neither. Killing someone had been the product of protecting his sister and as much as he wanted to say he hated it. He didnāt. St. Vincent was exactly where he belonged, in fact he should honestly probably just have been locked in prison when heād been locked away the first time. He wasnāt denying the fact that he was a bad person, he invited it. He was after all his fatherās son.
He grabbed another book off one of the shelfs leaning against it as he flipped through the pages once again. It was another religious book. He was well versed in religion. He knew the bible like a teenager knew their favorite book. Only his father had been an extremist and followed his own set of rules that he still somehow tied into the religious aspects of other religious. It was complicated and honestly a little fucked up, which was exactly why Quinton and his sister were the way they were. Theyād never had anything close to a normal childhood.
"Tell me about it." he heard Gigiās soft whisper in the silence of the library and it pulled him from his thoughts. There was a couple of moments of utter silence and it was incredibly calming for someone with a mind as reckless as hiss, before her hand came down on the book stopping him from reading it. He glanced up at her, meeting her beautiful doe eyes. The smirk on her lips was enticing as she held her joint out to him and he took it with his free hand dropping the book to the floor. The thud of it hitting the carpeted floor echoed through he emptiness. āWhat was it like?" She breathed, her eyes seeming darker somehow as she pushed for details about his gruesome act and somehow her interest in it turned him on.
He let the smoke linger in his lungs for a long moment as he examined the joint before blowing out a breath of smoke, he closed his eyes for a moment letting the weed go to work and relax his active mind and body. He opened his eyes then meeting hers and his blue eyes almost seemed black now, in the dimness of the library.
āIt was exhilarating.ā The words rolled off his tongue too easily, too smoothly. He reached out then wrapping his hand around her throat, his grip was surprisingly gentle, like he knew exactly how to control his own strength. He used his grip on her neck to turn her so that their positions were switched as he pushed her up against the book shelf, tightening his grip on her neck just slightly. āHe deserved it.ā He whispered leaning in close so that his lips her cheek. His grip on her neck tightening even more as his body pressed against hers, like he was proving to her killing someone was easy and he could do it to her if he really wanted and sheād be defenseless to him. āBut then again, I suppose everyone deserves to die for one thing or another.ā He repeated the words his father used to preach to a room full of followers and he sounded just like him, far too convincing, far too easy to believe. āDonāt you think?ā She asked pulling away to hold her eyes, but keeping his grip around her throat.