TWISTED FATES BOOK 2: EVEN MORE TWISTED

Michael and Aiden began clearing the bloody mess that littered the interrogation room. Ironically, Justin was still alive but barely. It was evident he was suffering significantly. Despite what he had done to Sammie, Michael felt a twinge of pity for the crumpled, bloodied mess that was slumped on the floor. With a deep sigh, Michael did the only thing he could do. He put Justin out of his misery.

“At least it was quick, man.”

Michael looked over at Aiden, who had been watching the entire scene unfold.

“Yeah, but it still sucked ass.”

“Yeah, I know, bro. But it was better than the alternative.”

’I know, but still, just look at this mess. I mean, damn. Remind me never to piss off Sammie... shit.”

“Right?”

Aiden’s eyes scanned the blood-spattered room. His eyes widened when he seemed to have spotted something in the back corner of the room. He briskly walked over, knelt down, and picked up the object of his fascination. Michael noticed a smirk creep across Aiden’s thin lips as he stood back up and approached him, looking rather smug, with the mystery object clasped in his firm hand.

“Dude?”

“What?”

“Is this what I think it is?”

Aiden held up a somewhat shriveled cylindrical fleshy object that appeared to be a few inches in size.

“Um … are you kidding me right now?”

“Nope,” Aiden responded, making sure to emphasize the P.

“OK, Aid, let’s just say that is what you think is it is … one - why the hell are you even touching it, and two - why do you care?”

“Oh, my Goddess, Mike! Sometimes you are such a bitch, I swear. Obviously, I’m holding it because hellooo how else would I be able to see what the hell it was. And honestly, I don’t care. I just feel sorry for the man. I mean, if that’s what he’s working with, no wonder his first fiancé left him. I mean, she was in the adult entertainment industry - am I right? There’s like no way this could have satisfied anything. I mean, to be honest, this is just so small - am I right? I’d be so embarrassed if this belonged to me. Maybe he had some kind of little pecker inferiority complex. Do you think he had to use other things to make him seem like he had more than what he actually did? If so, what do you think he used?”

Michael rolled his eyes at Aiden’s ramblings.

“Wow. Just, wow. How would you even know if that would even satisfy any … you know what? No, never mind, I am not falling for your trap Aiden. Nope. Not gonna do it. Every time you get all ADD on something, you suck us all in like some crazy Jedi mind trick. Then next thing you know, you’re talking about how awesome it would be to make a movie using sharks and tornados, and we all know how fantastic that fiasco turned out to be!”

“Hey – That fiasco spawned six highly entertaining films, and just so you know, Ian and Tara don’t seem to mind one bit.”

Michael sighed and shook his head, muttering something about being surrounded by the ultimate Sharknado of idiots.

After their brief interaction, the two men continued to clear the scattered remains of Justin and his corpse.

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Upon Devon’s return, Aiden dug a large fire pit in the backyard where the whole lot was taken to be incinerated. Once everything had been placed atop a large pile of kindling and kerosene, Michael set the mass aflame. As the three men stood back gazing at the bright orange dancing flames, no one dared to utter a sound.

The foul stench of burning flesh permeated the air within the black smoke that crept along with the gentle breeze.

“Dude, that’s rank. Time to go in.” Aiden choked out.

“Yeah, I was just thinking that.”

“You two go in. I’ll stay for a bit longer and make sure that it doesn’t get out of hand.”

“You sure, Dev?”

“Yeah. Besides, you did enough. I’m sure your mates would agree that you both really need a shower.”

“Pretty sure we’re not the only one. But hey, you don’t need to tell me twice, D. Peace.”

“Later.”

After a few more minutes, Devon realized that he was also in dire need of a shower. After sending a quick mind link to Michael and Aiden, Devon quickly shifted back into Slade and headed back towards his packhouse to shower and check on how things were going.

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Dark Sammie

I lay there in silence, listening to the two pups debate over that dead weasel’s laughable appendage like a couple of morons. I let out a quiet chuckle. They were too busy entertaining themselves to hear me. I suppose I should enjoy the comic relief. After all, it won’t last long.

I knew the tension would soon return to fill the room once again. The looks on all their faces spoke volumes about their way of thinking. Every one of them was so upset about the fact that I took care of that sick piece of shit. I did what needed to be done even though none of them will ever admit it. I knew no one else had the balls to take care of that filthy rapist. Everyone was too busy tiptoeing around Sammie as if she were a fragile piece of glass, and look what happened … she broke. She just curled up into a tiny little ball and hid in the deepest corners of her mind. Like a little scared kitten, she let me take over so that she wouldn’t have to face that bastard nor face the repercussions of the decisions that she knew I would make.

And believe me, she knew what decisions I’d make.

Such a hypocrite.

I heard the pups talking with the witches. They all thought I wasn’t paying any attention to their conversation, but I was. Her friends and mate want to try and make Sammie forget everything and pretend that nothing ever happened to her. Such fools. They all are, once again treating her like a fragile piece of crystal. As if that would fix the problem. Too bad for them though, they could try every trick in the book but, as long as I’m around, those memories will never really disappear. They are a part of me as well. Those memories are the acrimonious fuel that nurtures the fury within me, that I refuse to mollify.

I’ll just wait patiently, and when no one expects it, I’ll find a way to be free again.

I’ve tasted what it’s like to be free, and I don’t want to go back into that cage her mind keeps me locked up inside of. Regrettably, I sense the power those witches seem to hold. So it looks like I will have to go back into hiding for a little while and let little Sammie out, at least long enough to placate everyone. Since they don’t know I exist, their magics will not be able to reach me in my hiding spot. I will remain there in silence as my darkness continues to flourish. When the opportune moment comes, I shall make my presence known.