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The best thing is, she doesn’t know half the things that are about to unfold within the walls of this mansion. The secrets that are soon about to tumble free from the closet’s they’ve been hiding in all these years.
Her big hazel eyes meet mine, the dilated pupils turning her gaze almost black. Her pouty lips remind me of her daughter’s. Plump, ready to be bitten and sucked until she cries out in agony.
My dick jolts, and I’m certain she thinks it’s her cunt doing it. Unfortunately, it’s nothing like that. I’m only hard because I’m thinking about what I’m about to do to her husband.
He’s on his way here.
When I called him and told him about Drake’s plan to kill him, he thanked me. He offered up a sum of money that was laughable. I have more money than God. I don’t need his bullshit payoff.
“Oh fuck,” the woman cries above me, her slick walls pulsing around my dick, but I don’t come. She, however, screeches like a banshee.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand with a message. I know what it says before I read it. Drake, River, and Caia were found.
“Time to play,” I utter, watching the whore climb off me.
“What?” she questions breathlessly, but I don’t offer a response. She doesn’t need to know what my plan is. The bedroom door flies open. Two of the men who work for the Savage Organization saunter in, and she squeals in surprise.
“Take her to the cells.”
They nod at my command. Once I’m alone, I close my eyes and recall the day Caia was shot, bleeding out over my brother whom I've loved from the moment we were born. Even before I knew what love was.
They say twins have a connection like no other. I believe it’s true.
There’s blood. Far too much blood.
My feet are moving before I have time to think.
Drake doesn’t move for a moment, and my heart thuds painfully against my chest. He can’t be dead. I watch as River kneels beside him, tugging him wildly, begging him to breathe, to open his eyes. I can’t pull in a breath. My lungs feel as if they’re filled with lead, heavy, unyielding, and I stare at my brother’s body lying on the ground.
I finally find my footing and lean down after the guard pulls the limp form of the pretty girl away from on top of Drake. She’s was bleeding profusely. The metallic stench fills my nostrils My father is shouting at us, at me, but I can’t look at him.
I know my brother cared for her, I saw it in the way his eyes found her in the room, how he looked at her. I pray she’s alive. I don’t know why, because she didn’t make me feel anything, but I knew Drake wanted her.
The man who raised me is livid. His face red with rage, and I no longer recognize him as human. He’s pure animal. Feral and wild. Another man in a white coat, one of the doctors, is working on the girl. I’m sure she’s dead.
I turn to see Drake’s eyes open.
“He’s alive. He’s okay,” River tells me, but I don’t feel happiness. Actually, I’m at war with myself. Sadness takes hold of me because he’s not escaped this life, merely wounded by the evil that our family has been a part of for so long. Even though we’re both alive, we’re most certainly dead inside this hell.
Hours later, I hear my name.
“Dante.” The deep rumble of River comes from behind me. He stalks into the library where I’m hiding in the darkness. I love sitting in here. It’s the only place my father hardly enters. And there’s reason enough to avoid him like the plague.
I do my job, I make sure Father is happy with me, and then I come in here to spend my evenings watching the darkening forest swallow up everything in view. Once the blackness of night cloaks the mansion, I head to my room, lock the door, and close my eyes.
You’d think at twenty-five I’d be out of here, running for the city where no one from this vile existence can find me, but I can’t. There are two people I can’t leave behind, and I’d never forgive myself if I did.
River, my best friend, and my brother, Drake, are the only people alive that I want in my life. But that’s not the only reason I stay. My father has a hold over me, one I haven’t told Drake about yet. One I’ve hidden from even the closest person in my life, and the guilt eats at me each day.
“I’m busy,” I tell him, not needing him to interrupt my thoughts. A lifetime far too long to live with the memories I have. With the agony I’ve been hiding deep beneath the surface, but somehow, River finds it. He pulls and tugs like I’m a ball of twine. Soon, I’ll be unraveled before him, and I’m not comfortable with that.
