Page 5 of Broken Secrets

“Fuck no! The whole reason for having this stupid ass party, which was your idea by the way, was to find some girls, and that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” He says, with a growl. I know he doesn’t mean it. Seeing our Little Lemon has fucked with his head, and he’s not the only one.

“Hear me out, man. You wanna get into some trouble instead?” Crew is always down to cause some chaos. Convincing him should be easy.

He doesn’t say anything, though. He just continues staring at me like I have lost my mind; maybe I have, but I continue, “What if we go find Silas? Maybe we can get an address for Dahlia.” Crew seems to perk up at that comment.

We’re feral fucking animals. After all, I’ve wanted her for as long as I can remember. If we get our hands on her, she will be ruined. We’ll make sure of that. My dick is getting hard just thinking about what we’ll do to her, but that can never happen, or can it? We just can’t get attached. She’s just like all the other women in her family. But fuck my life! Our lives just got a hell of a lot more complicated. Complications concerning her are not something that we need right now. But we both want her and even though she’s not something that we can have or should want, we’ll still take her. In the end, Crew and I always take what we want.

Dahlia didn’t know we were watching while she got finger-fucked. Seeing that red flush traveling up her chest to her face had me ready to break each one of Silas’ fingers for touching my Little Lemon. Crew had to hold me back. If it wasn’t for him, there’s no doubt in my mind that I would have beat the living shit out of Silas. His time will come, and when it does, we will fuck his world up. He better hope that he doesn’t fuck her tonight. If he does, well, then he better start praying for a quick death. Because that tight little body and pretty little cunt is ours.

“What’s the plan?” Crew grits out. When it comes to a plan, I haven’t thought about it. There’s just something in my gut telling me that we need to go get our girl. We need to be prepared for anything at this point because shit could go sideways.

“We find the prick and fuck him up for touching our girl. Then we teach her a lesson about how to behave in public. You down or what?” My brother just gives me a tight-lipped smile.

“As long as you can promise that we’ll get to play in a little blood, then I’m more than down, brother.” ah shit!

"Alright, Crew, maybe we’ll get to play in a few people’s blood tonight.” And with that, we leave the house, heading to our matte black 1969 Mustang.

Chapter 6

Vale

Pulling up to Silas’ house, we see his bright as fuck matte black BMW in the driveway. It doesn't look like his mom, Debbie, is home. From what we’ve heard, she’s probably out with her flavor of the week, some douche doctor or something. Thank fuck for the small miracles. We’d hate to break her pretty little neck for getting in our way.

Parking behind a row of shrubs and turning off the headlights so no one notices us, pulling our black ski masks on, we quickly jump out of the car. We’ve been here once before. Silas is known for his house parties and screwing as many girls as he can. He probably has a diseased dick. Like I said, he’s a little fucking prick. He uses girls to get his dick wet and then just throws them away. The difference between us is that girls always know the score. They know what they are getting into before they suck our dicks. We keep it straight, so there are no issues or expectations. But this dumb fuck doesn’t do that.

Sneaking around to the backside of the house, we see a lamp on in the living room, but we don’t see him or anyone else. It makes things easier for us. Turning the handle on the back door, it pops open. These rich pricks are dumb as shit. We’re rich too, but we don’t act like it. No one even knows that our house is our house. But just because they think this neighborhood is safe doesn’t mean it is. Crew is as quiet as a little mouse. He hasn’t made a sound. I guess he’s ready to fuck shit up just like me.

Stepping inside the back door, we make our way to the stairs leading up to the second floor. Silas’ room is the third door on the right. Popping my head in the room as quietly as possible, the sounds of water are filtering from his bathroom. “Let’s catch him while he has his guard down,” Crew says. With a nod, we slowly walk into his bedroom, closing the door behind us. It’s relatively dark in here, so we creep over to a small couch that’s in the corner of the room. Sitting down quietly, we decide to wait it out. Silas is humming some fucked-up song or singing some pussy shit because he sounds fucking ridiculous. If anything, he needs to bleed for subjecting us to this shit.

It doesn’t take long before the dipshit is walking out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and steam billowing behind him. It seems like he doesn’t have a care in the world, but he will soon enough. Not wanting him to get too comfortable, I whistle loudly. He jerks his body around in horror, his eyes widen with fear. To fuck with him even more, we pull our masks off and tuck them into the back pockets of our jeans. People know not to mess with us. We’ve done worse to people for way less. Honestly, we don’t even need a reason, and from the look in his eyes, he knows it.

“What the hell are you doing here, DeLuca?” he says. By the tremor in his voice, it’s easy to tell that I’ve taken him off guard, and then Crew stands up. I guess he couldn’t see him in the shadows. The shock is evident on his face. “Crew, man, what can I do for you?” he says with a crack in his voice.

“You see, Silas, you were out with our girl tonight. We saw you touching her pussy. No one touches what’s ours. Did you fuck her too?” Crew is practically breathing fire at this point.

“N… n… No, I didn’t fuck her. And hey, listen, man, if I knew that she was your girl, I would have stayed away from her. I just wanted some fresh pussy, and Benji said she was single,” he says with a grimace. Crew moves swiftly across the room and grabs him by the throat, squeezing so hard that his eyes are bulging out of his head.

“That pussy is mine, fucking mine. Do you understand me?” Crew growls. Silas tries to respond, but at this point, Crew has flipped the fuck out. Suddenly, he drops him to the floor and kicks him in the gut with his steel-toe boot. Silas is coughing and sputtering like he’s about to die. His face is red, and you can see his pulse hammering away. Little does he know that the worst is yet to come.

“We know you took her home. You better give us her fucking address, you piece of shit.” I say, snarling at him.

“I’m not sure she’d want you guys to have her address. What the fuck is wrong with you two anyway? First, you break into my house, and then you choke me. Are you going to try to kill me next?” He should know that we wouldn’t have to try. We’d just do it.

The next thing I know, my brother is pulling out his trusty switchblade. He carries that fucker everywhere. Silas’ eyes widen in fear, and he tries to back away. Crew is a quick sonofabitch, though. He’s on top of Silas in the blink of an eye, his knife already flicked open and pressing against Silas’ jugular. “You will tell me what the fuck I want to know now, or I’ll gut you like a damn fish. Now let me ask you one more time: What is Dahlia’s address?” Crew’s comment has this prick paling.

“Fine, I’ll tell you what you want to know; just get your crazy ass off me.” ah shit. Silas really just fucked up with that comment. Crew’s eyes sharpen, and he glares daggers at the piece of shit that’s still laying on the floor. And I know what’s going to happen before it even happens. He might have stood a chance before the crazy comment, but now all bets are off.

“1323 Meadow Creek Lane,” he says. And that’s all it takes before my brother slides his blade across the soft skin of Silas’ throat. Blood spurts out, covering Crew’s face, arms, and shirt in a pretty shade of red. I guess he got his wish tonight. God damn it I wanted to be the one to slice and dice the dumb fuck. Yeah, he didn’t know that Dahlia was ours, but he still fucking touched her. We can’t let that go unpunished. If we did, who’s to say that he wouldn’t try doing it again?

“Did you have to be so messy, Bro?” I say as I watch the life drain out of Silas’ eyes. Asshole didn’t even have a chance. There’s no surviving what Crew just did to him.

“The little pussy ass bitch called me crazy, so I’d say he more than deserved it,” he smirks.

“Guess a cleanup crew is in order. Once that’s taken care of, we’ll head over to our girl's house,” I say, looking at Crew, who still has that creepy ass smirk on his face. I know we're brothers and look fairly similar, but I hope I don’t look like that when I smile. He’s playing with the blood that’s on his hands, rubbing his fingers back and forth. He is crazy as shit, but he’s my brother, and I love him.

Pulling my cell out of my pocket, I dial Cordeiro. He’s the owner of the cleanup crew and someone we trust explicitly. “Hey yo, C. We need a crew to come mop the floors at 648 Fox Trot Lane.” That’s all I have to say, and I know it’ll be taken care of. It’s time to go get our girl.

Pulling our ski masks back on, we head back out of the house the way we came in. We need these just in case. We don’t want anyone to see our pretty mugs. Hopping back into the Mustang, I put Dahlia’s address into the GPS. It looks like we’re about fifteen minutes away. With that, we take off out of the neighborhood, pulling our masks off as we go, knowing the cleanup crew will be right behind us.

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