Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Plopping the dead weight down, I grabbed Alex, pulled her
over, and ripped open the bodice of her dress, exposing her
skin from chest to abdomen, her breasts still covered, though.
She gasped, snarling at me. “Asshole!”
“Lie down,” I told her.
“Why do I always have to do the dirty work?”
“Now.” I gestured to the ground.
Frowning, she dropped to the cold earth, fallen leaves
rustling under her as she carefully laid herself back.
“Knife,” I asked Will, reminding him I needed the prop he
stole from one of the haunted houses.
He slapped it in my hand, the harness from whatever actor
or mannequin he got it off of attached and dangling from my
fist.
Michael, Kai, and Will situated themselves off a short
distance away, shielding themselves behind trees, while Banks
and I finished getting Alex all dressed up. We did this as
teenagers to one of my father’s security guards who kept
patting Banks on the ass when he spoke to her.
I poured some of the shit she got from the butcher on the
professor’s clothes and then hauled him over and set him face
down on top of Alex, between her legs.
“Ugh,” she groaned, looking like she was about to gag
with all the crap on her, including the professor.
Banks planted a quick kiss on her forehead as she
scrambled around her, giving her arms and chest smears of
blood. “Love you. Mean it,” she chirped at Alex sarcastically
and then looked up at me, smiling.
I couldn’t help but give her one back.
Like old times.
We finished up, Banks gathered the backpack and
everything in it, and ran to where the guys were hiding, while I
pulled out the smelling salts.