Page 6 of Broken Secrets

Chapter 7

Vale

It took a little more than fifteen minutes to get to Dahlia’s place. We had to run by our house for Crew to wash all the blood off of himself. He wanted to be clean for our girl. I'm not sure why because he’ll be dirty again before the night is over. We needed to get some extra supplies too. Not knowing where else this night might lead, told me that we needed to prepare for anything. After all, someone already ended up dead. It’s already close to three in the morning.

“Are you ready to do this, man?” I ask Crew. Of course, the fucker doesn’t answer. He just looks over at me and gives me that same wicked ass smile. Pulling our ski masks back on, we hop out of the car. We’ve never been here before, so we need to be a little more cautious. Dahlia could have an alarm system or some crazy ass dog or something. Who the fuck knows at this point?

Tonight hasn’t gone as planned as it should have. I didn't expect Silas to end up dead. Pretty much thought Crew would mess him up a bit. I should have known better, though. Crew doesn’t know how to control himself. When it comes to Dahlia, he’s never been able to control shit. I was always the protective one, the oldest, but he was the wild card. He hid certain sides of himself. In his own way, he just wanted to protect her and shelter her from his brand of crazy.

I feel like such a creep sneaking around the outside of Dahlia’s house. My brother is usually the one who does all of the creeping, but it is what it is. I just want to get our girl and get the hell out of here. Walking around the house, it seems like the back door is our best option. Giving the door handle a turn, we see that it’s locked. Little Lemon is such a smart girl, but we’ll get in there either way. Luckily, we brought the lock pick set from home so we could get into the house with ease. Crew picks the lock as quickly as possible while I keep watch. It seems like a relatively quiet neighborhood. He pops the lock within seconds and then we’re in.

It doesn’t seem like any crazy animals are roaming around, either. We are only in the house for seconds before Crew fucks up. I swear the only crazy animal in this house is my brother because he just knocked a glass of some sort off a shelf. The glass shatters and sprays everywhere. “You fucking moron. Watch what the fuck you’re doing. If you woke Dahlia up, I’m going to fucking kill you. This isn’t a regular old smash-and-grab. The goal is to get our Little Lemon and take her out to the cabin, you idiot," growling at him. He looks up at me with a pissed-off expression, and I know that he’s mad at himself.

“I’m not a moron, and I know what the damn plan is. Give me a break. Why do girls need so much shit anyway? There’s decorations all over the place," he grits out.

“Let’s just find her and get the hell out of the house. We don’t know if she lives here with anyone else.” Luckily, he listens this time.

It seems like this place only has two bedrooms, so it shouldn’t be hard to find her. Checking the first room, we see that it’s a library of some sort. Little Lemon must like to read. She always had her head in a book when we were younger. We keep it moving.

Coming to the next door, Crew, the ever-impatient person that he is, throws the door open. It bangs into the wall, and we see a startled Little Lemon already standing. Instantly, I’m hit in the face with her sweet scent of sunshine and jasmine. She takes off towards the bathroom, but before she can make it, Crew grabs her around the waist. She’s kicking and screaming, putting up a good fight.

The fire in her eyes feeds my soul. I’ve been so hungry, and little does she know, we’re about to devour her. The next thing I know, Crew is calling her a fucking cunt and jabbing her in the neck with the needle filled with propofol. I was hoping we wouldn’t have to drug her, but it seems like she’s not going to make this easy on us. Slowly, she stares at me, and I can see the fear as clear as day in her eyes.

My Little Lemon hasn’t changed one bit. She doesn’t know that it’s us who’s behind the masks, and she doesn’t know that we’ll protect her to our dying day either. Ever so slowly, her eyes close, and she goes limp in Crew’s hold.

What we have to do next really fucking sucks but we have to do it. Crew lays her on the bed while I pack a bag for her. Who knows how long we’re going to be gone? School is just starting back up for Crew, so this plan kind of fucks up the schedule, but it’ll be fine. We have people on the inside who can pull some strings for us if we need them to.

Upon opening the closet, there’s a duffle bag inside, and it’s big enough for what we need. Going through tons of different hangers, I start pulling stuff off that will keep her warm and comfortable. We have to get everything that she might need. Pulling out drawers, and... damn, she has some sexy ass panties in here. I can't wait to see her wearing those. On second thought, we might not need the panties. I want her sexy ass on display all the time.

Walking into the bathroom, I grab all of the girly shit that she’ll probably want, making sure to get her shower stuff and a toothbrush and toothpaste too. Opening her top drawer, I see what looks to be a blue pack of pills. Upon closer inspection, I see that they’re labeled as birth control pills. From the date on the label, it says that they were just filled and there aren’t any more in the drawer. I guess these are going in the trash. She won’t need them anyway. We are going to fill her up with our seed so many times and watch her belly grow big and round with our perfect babies. Yes, babies! She will have more than one for us. Have I lost my mind? Maybe I’m going crazy right now, but I don’t fucking care. Crew probably wants to fill her up with his seed too. Just a few hours ago, I was thinking quite differently. Now I can’t keep my head straight when it comes to her.

Now that all of that is taken care of, it’s time to get this show on the road. Walking back into the bedroom, I see that Crew has tied her wrists behind her back with zip ties, and there’s a rope around her ankles and a thin layer of tape across her pretty little mouth. Good! Well, not good. Seeing her in pain is not something that makes me happy, but this is what we need right now. Carefully lifting her off of the bed, I exit the bedroom while my brother gets her bag.

Moving towards the front door, Crew opens it up, lets us out, and then locks it behind us. More than anything, I would love to put her in the back seat, but right now that’s not an option. Crew opens the trunk, and lays some thick blankets down that we found in her living room, and I gently lay her down, closing it once I’m finished. Now that we’ve secured our package, it’s time to get moving.

We have a little bit of a drive ahead of us. Crew and I own a cabin up in the mountains that our grandpa left for us when he passed. It’s fully stocked and ready to go. We always make trips up to the cabin, and when we’re in a pinch, there’s an older couple that lives a few miles away from the cabin who will get it set up for us. We do have men on our payroll who have no qualms about helping either. It’s their job; do whatever the fuck we tell them to.

Chapter 8

Vale

We’re about a mile from the cabin, so it’s time for us to have the fun we’ve been waiting years to have. Little Lemon has been awake off and on for a while now, so it’s time to play with our food before we eat it. She’s been moving around, probably trying to get the zip ties off her wrists. The tape has kept her pretty quiet otherwise. Pulling the car over onto the side of the road, we both get out and head to the trunk.

A wide-eyed Dahlia is staring up at both of us in shock. Fear is etched across her beautiful face. I guess she didn’t realize it was us who took her. My asshat of a brother is rather rough as he jerks her out of the trunk, and I just want to kick him in the dick, maybe throat punch his ass too. But at least he removed the zip ties, rope, and tape. There are cuts along her wrists, with a little dried blood stuck to her skin.

Nonetheless, I say, “Out you go, our devious Little Lemon. We saw you at the party, you dirty fucking girl. You’re going to pay for what you did. Do you wanna be treated like the whore you are? We’ll fucking treat you like a whore. We’ll make you get on your knees and beg for our cum like the dirty slut you are. Get ready to run because we are going to play a little game with you. Are you scared, Dahlia? You fucking should be. When we tell you to run, you better fucking run for your life. Your ass better hope and pray that we don’t catch you.”

Dahlia is pale as shit. I guess that means she’s taking my words seriously, so I say, “Run, Little Lemon because once we catch you, that tight little pink pussy is going to be ours to do with as we please. I truly hope a little blood doesn’t bother you,” I say, laughing sinisterly. “You’re going to bathe in our cum while we play in your sweet, sweet blood. Now FUCKING RUN!.”She doesn’t hesitate, and takes off, running like a bat out of hell.

“Damn, she’s fast. Did she run track or something?” Crew asks. I just give him a shrug because I don’t fucking know. We’ll give her a head start, and then we’ll chase her ass.

“Let the games begin, brother,” I say, smiling at Crew, and it’s then that I realize that I do have that same creepy-ass smile that he does. I guess we’re more alike than I thought.

Chapter 9

Dahlia

Silas was an absolute gentleman. Aside from finger-fucking me, he was pretty sweet. Not that the finger-fucking wasn’t good. It was downright dirty, and I loved every second of it. Once we left the party, he drove me straight home. He even walked me to my door and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips too. He asked me if he could take me out on a date and without hesitation, I said yes, even though something in the back of my mind was telling me to say no. It’s almost like alarm bells were going off, but I wasn’t entirely sure why. Something felt off to me, and I didn’t know what.

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