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I made sure to blend into the background essentially becoming invisible. I couldn’t follow them while I drove a sleek black Monte Carlo. I couldn’t hop out wearing expensive tailored suits and wingtips either. I had to erase myself and draw in the side of me that nobody knew. The quiet observant side that watched everything. I always let my soldiers think I trusted them. It was the quickest way to get them to be comfortable enough to make mistakes. I didn’t need people in my circle that made mistakes.
Once I was dressed, I pulled the Honda Civic out of the garage and headed to the lumberyard. I parked far enough away not be detected by my soldiers or the security cameras then I walked up a steep incline until I was over a landing that allowed me a nearly perfect view of the circular saws from above.Iknew about the small, hidden space but I seriously doubted anyone else did. I never saw anyone there when I reviewed the security tapes.
I got comfortable for the next two hours and watched the men work tirelessly to saw Montez’s body up the way I taught them.
One body part.
Several logs.
Rinse.
Repeat.
I watched them use the butcher’s twine and paper to wrap up the bloody pieces of Montez’s body. Once they were done, they loaded the parts into several paper bags and dispersed them amongst each other.
I was pleased.
When they got into their respective cars, I sent out a text thanking them for doing things the right way. It was something that seemed so simple yet was so rare. I knew it would leave them wondering how I knew exactly when they were done but they didn’t need to know how I worked behind the scenes.
When I got into the car, I sent a text to two women in my contact list and told them to be waiting for me when I got home. I liked to end days that involved murder with pussy. It was a rush.
Besides, women liked the lure that came along with fucking me. They knew I was a killer. They knew I was a bad guy but they still lingered around me, afraid to ask questions but too enamored to leave. I only wanted to feel relief and exhaustion. I wanted to get as close to exhaustion as possible.
I pulled into the garage and five minutes later, the girls arrived. They both had on dresses that didn’t bother to hide their thighs or titties. I greeted them with a smile and they giggled. “Hi Bear,” they purred in unison.
“Ladies, this way,” I opened the door and led them to what ended up being a three-hour fuck-fest. My dick was the only thing that needed rest afterward. Both women were sprawled out on my super-sized king bed, tangled in black silk sheets, naked as the day they were born. There was no more fucking and sucking for them.
Insomnia had me in its clutches though. It was an old enemy. We knew each other well and sometimes he let me win. Most times, he won and I stayed awake until my body couldn’t handle it anymore. I figured it was how I paid for my sins.
I killed without remorse. I took sons away from their mothers. I sold drugs to people battling addiction.
I was the fucking devil.
I was Lucifer.
I didn’t have to make a deal with him because it seems I’d taken his spot in the underworld.
I took a shower and padded down the hall, passing Hawk’s old bedroom, which was now my personal library, and heading to Wolf’s old room, which was now my personal gym. I had reasons for the renovations after Dad got locked up. I changed Hawk’s room into a library because if he’d been a little smarter he would have still been alive. Wolf’s room became my gym because if he knew how to constructively use his energy he’d still be alive too.
I pushed open the door and went to work hitting the weights until I couldn’t move. I forced fatigue upon myself like I did every night when I refused to take my sleeping pills. Once my muscles stopped cooperating, I headed down the hall and stopped to look at the guest room. I left it for Luanne in case she ever needed to sleep over.
I didn’t make her live with me the way Dad had. She was a grown woman with a family and a husband. What business did I have keeping her holed up in my house to clean up after me?
Every time I looked into that room I couldn’t help thinking about the first time I met Cecily Weathers. She was so pure and I made it my duty to make sure she stayed that way too.
I may not have been constantly in her face every time she turned around but she knew I was there watching over her like big brothers are supposed to. I wanted Cecily to stay where the fuck she was at though. Being away in school was the best thing for her. I got to see her when she came home for the holidays and we texted whenever either of us got a free minute.
She was the only bright spot in the entire universe and if I had anything to do with it, she would remain that way forever.
CECILY
Tiny caskets shouldn’t be allowed to have space on the earth. There shouldn’t be a need for them. The fact that there was broke my fucking heart.
I stood mortified at the mouth of the church knowing what I had to see when I reached the end of the aisle. Dad put his hand on my shoulder trying to ease me along but my heart was wrapped up in barbwire and every move I made hurt. I hadn’t gotten to the halfway point yet and my eyes were on fire from tears.
The slow, somber music playing in the background with dozens of pictures of Kaiden playing on the projector screen didn’t help. I couldn’t look anywhere without being ground to dust. “Come on, Cecily. You have to do this.” Dad’s voice was strong and quiet in my ear but I was still frozen to my spot. My lips trembled involuntarily as I shook my head and mouthed the wordnoto him.
“Oh, Cecily thank you for coming,” Mrs. Foster greeted me with a tearful smile as she held my hands in hers. A black veil covered the top half of her face and stopped at her top lip. Why hadn’t I worn a veil? I needed something to shield me from the agony of mourning and the heat of shame.
