Page 102 of Stalker

Those with violence running through our blood would never be forgiven.

I’d come to accept that long before being provided with a horrible link to our past lives.

I’d heard it said more than once that every human was put on this earth for a single purpose. Until the lesson was learned, we’d be reincarnated over and over again.

Truth be told, our father no longer needed to live to destroy our lives or dozens of others. He managed to thrive through his murderous sons.

Just hearing anything about my father had set me off. I’d been immediately shoved into the same nightmare as before, only even more detailed. It had been a bad idea to learn anything about the bastard freak.

I’d almost reached my hand through the phone and ripped out the warden’s throat earlier that morning. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t eventually do so. The fucker was inept as hell.

Another girl’s body had been found. Another action from a brutal serial killer. While the news had highlighted the horrific incident, little was known about her identity or time of death.

But it added credence to Drew’s insistence he was nothing but a naughty boy taking directives from a monster. Not one of us was taking the news lightly.

“What a crock of shit,” Zach huffed.

I chuckled and closed my eyes briefly. “There are reports of people seeing crazy individuals in masks as well, at least according to the story in the news.”

“Someone is trying to imitate our… festivities.” Xander was curious as to my thoughts.

“Not necessarily to try and destroy us, but to try and taunt us,” I responded.

“You killed David Foster.” Xander made the statement sound almost bad. But I knew better. “That could complicate things.”

“It was necessary.” My answer was succinct.

“Careful, brother. Your anger is increasing.” Xander lifted a single eyebrow.

I took a deep breath. “Maybe that’s exactly what needs to occur.” As soon as I’d made it back to the city, I’d had a call from the detective who’d arrested Drew. His questions had led me to realize Drew’s story held some merit with them even before the latest victim had been found.

“The police are fishing, nothing more,” Xander reminded me.

“In the span of twenty-four hours, our sanctity has been challenged. What the fuck do we do now?” Zach asked after the surprise had settled in.

“We do what we do best. We hunt for anyone involved,” Xander offered as he tipped his head in my direction.

I nodded. After dealing with David, it was all I’d been able to think about. “The police aren’t finished yet. I can assure you of that. They have too much damning information not to move forward.”

“So the fuck what?” Zach jerked to his feet, heading toward the window in Xander’s den.

“So, we handle it,” I told him.

“A little like father, like sons?” he threw out in passing.

Exhaling, I rubbed my tired eyes. For once, the rush of adrenaline hadn’t prevented exhaustion. Killing David had done nothing but provide another reminder of why we’d never been adopted.

We were fucked up.

We were sick in the head, as all three of us had heard dozens of times.

We were spawns of the devil.

That had come from the particularly religious man who’d taken me in as his third foster child, only to become obsessed with exorcising my demons. That was the single home I’d been removed from.

Yet that hadn’t meant my wrath hadn’t been served. I’d simply waited for six months before returning the favor.

Right now, dealing with two significant issues had all three of us on edge. We’d need to be very conscientious in how we handled our nighttime activities.

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