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It would be their end today; I’d make sure to draw out their demise. Hollis and I slowly approached the front door. I kept my eyes open—we were currently sitting ducks. He halted me with his arm knocking into my front and I snarled at him.
“Hold up.” Hollis paused, turning his body round raising his eyesight line to a window in the building as he positioned his gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet shattered through the glass, and we watched a body drop out of sight.
Pivoting on his foot in the other direction and firing more shots, I clocked more bodies falling.Damn, I wasn’t paying full attention.Well… couldn’t fault his perceptiveness. Guess that was a couple of their guards. A few down, plenty more to go.
The Lowells would be protecting their lives with highly trained professionals. Shame that we were much more skilled.
We swiftly and quietly disposed of several men on our way with our flick knives, so others didn’t hear our approach. Stealthily, we made our way to our chosen room that we’d pointed out on the blueprints.
I stepped in, coming face to face with the first people who taught me trust wasn’t a given. It was earned. They never got mine. Or my loyalty. I was a young teen when I realised something didn’t sit right with them, call it a feeling or instinct. They beat on me for no reason, because they could, until I was stronger than them.
I think my mom had the right idea of fleeing when she had the chance, even if it was a cunt move to leave her kids behind with a monster. I didn’t place the blame on her. My father, though, was a different matter.
My older brother—Presley—was supposed to be a person to look out for me, be my eyes and ears watching my back. He didn’t. Crowned the favourite, he led in Mark’s favour to become his carbon copy, relegating me to the unwanted one who was in the way, but kept aroundjust in case, a backup. I ground my teeth together, I was no person’s backup option. Ever.
The others had done me a favour by securing him, arms chained round a solid wooden post in the room, while Mark was gagged in the corner of the room looking a bit worse for wear. Such a shame. He’d see his favoured son fall before I personally delivered him into the next life.
I stepped forward and lowered to my haunches. I stared into the face that was similar to mine, wondering whether, if our dad wasn’t around, we’d have had a relationship. But that thought was forgotten instantly when he opened his big mouth.
“Little brother,” he taunted. “How does it feel to know your childhood friend has been fucking that slut of yours? Right under your nose, in every which way, foryears.”
I grinned at him wickedly.Patience.
“It’s sad really,” I divulged, “that your life has revolved around being our father, to be exactly like him. To take over his businesses. You had no chance. I pity you.” His face contorted. Oh, he didn’t like pity. Knew he wouldn’t.
“Blood will always out,” he smirked.
However I learned a long, long time ago that it didn’t. Blood meant absolutely nothing when it came to him and my dad. As much as I wished I didn’t share their DNA, I did. Couldn’t change it. Who you were related to didn’t have a patch on your behaviour. I was nothing like the sick, perverted men they were.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I pushed up to my feet and spat on the floor, barely missing his body. It was a show of disrespect, and I knew if he wasn’t tied up, he’d have charged at me, but I could take him down in my sleep with my fists. This wasn’t that.
Few people saw beyond the laughter, the jokes, and the happy smiles I shared freely. That was only part of me. Underestimated, they never saw me coming. I just kept a tighter cord wrapped round the wild animal that lived beneath my skin, thirsting for blood. I could guarantee every single time it’d be their undoing. Many people only had half the facts.
To assume was to limit the mind to one way of viewing, but by human nature, our perceptions should be infinite. Ignorance led you to believe someone who expressed happiness didn’t shutter a part of themselves off.
“Break his wrist.” I looked to Texas who stood by Mark, and he took pleasure in snapping his wrist with an easy twist of his hand. As the man in question howled in pain, I grinned.
We’d only just gotten started—this wasmytime. Everyone here allowed me to call the shots. I was overdue this, and here it was, handed to me on a platter.
Leaning over, I grabbed Presley’s face, my nails digging into his flesh harshly as he tried to dislodge them. Taking the switchblade from my pocket—the one given to me for passing initiation with the Owls—I brought it to his lips. He stilled, fear now rampant in his eyes. I flipped it open and it made a shallow cut in his lower lip; he whimpered. I ran the blood along, smudging it in.
“Hold still.” He did.Good boy.
I pulled the knife away and he made a sigh of relief, but too soon. I slashed a long cut into the corner of his mouth with the sharpened knife, quickly making work of the other one too, leaning back as blood poured down his chin from the lacerations. He reminded me of a fucked-up version of the Joker.
He pissed himself as noises of pain escaped him, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust.Pussy.
Mark made noises behind his makeshift gag, but I dismissed him knowing I’d deal with him after. He was going to see his chosen heir fall, the one who was supposed to take over all his businesses when he died. It looked like it was coming straight to me, and I’d take pleasure in dismantling it to the ground.
Ignoring the drenched pissed pants, I cut slashes down the sides, pulling the material away not caring about catching his skin, leaving him completely bare to me from the waist down. Thatreallygot him antsy.
“Big brother,” I drawled, flicking my knife around as he watched every movement I made. “Did you just admit to knowing about the continued rape of a human being? One that, when it started, was an underage child? And make a joke about it? The one who belongs to me, who ismine.” My nostrils flared angrily.
“Fuck!” he slurred, unsuccessfully trying to move.
I darted forward, slicing through the circumference of his shrivelled dick. Six, seven, eight times. From tip to base, castrating him slowly. I heard gagging in the background.
Presley put it where it didn’t belong, indulging himself in other victims. Scum of the earth.
