Page 24 of Twisted Hearts

13Megan

The silencethat filled the cab of Aaron’s truck taunted me. It was a form of nonverbal abuse. For at least a half hour, the roar of the engine and the constant whirl from the truck’s air conditioner were the only sounds. Aaron was a naturally quiet man, but the tension in the truck was thick enough to suffocate on.

My twisted mind only processed one plan for my survival—run!

Seething hatred filled each glance Aaron sent in my direction. I sensed the agitation in his silent movements without glancing his way. My body lurched with a start at the sudden roar of his incensed voice.

“I never did believe that bullshit story you told about your crack-addicted sister owing the MC money. I sensed from the beginning that you had another agenda, but I could never figure it out because you were too busy drowning me in pussy. Please tell me you didn’t play my entire MC for some sort of sick entertainment of yours.”

Clueless as to what to tell him, I didn’t render an answer. Maybe I truly was insane for what I’d done, for what I’d been crazy enough to do. The moment I believed I could get away with something so outrageously stupid as infiltrating the August Knights, my mind started to ease into the plan, and I’d enjoyed the ride along the way.

Wait.I didn’t drown Aaron in pussy. As I recalled it, he was the one that approached me, practically demanding my pussy. Of course, I couldn’t say what I was thinking out loud since Aaron now hung something as serious as my life over my head.

“I’m sorry,” I choked out, keeping my gaze straight ahead.

“Sorry doesn’t mean a damn thing. You could have killed us all. You could have gathered intel and given it to our enemies. You made a fool out of us. You’d better be glad it’s only my father and me who know what you did because you could have twenty of us on your ass instead of just me.”

I remained quiet and unsure as I listened to Aaron’s angry words. He’d previously revealed to me that he was the one the MC usually sent to track people down whenever they needed someone caught or killed. I should have heeded Aaron’s words, grabbed my shit, and moved away from Florida like I’d planned to in the first place.

“You’re worse than we are. I heard and read about what you did to your foster family in Texas, Megan. Or should I say, Lacey Daniels.”

Hearing my real name brought back so many horrifying memories, it made my stomach roll. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on anything but Texas. What had happened in Texas was what had broken me. It had turned me into this person who needed danger to live. Not only that, I believed I needed danger to survive.

There were times, when even I wondered if my mind had gotten so twisted that I made myself believe someone was chasing me. Texas had turned me into a freak, and Aaron was right. I was worse than him and his MC.

“After reading how you hacked that family up, I was starting to think that we should have been the ones afraid. In my kitchen, you got off on killing Chuck and seeing me kill Dutch and Clint, didn’t you?”

He continued without giving me a chance to answer. “I knew something was up when I found you stooping over the dead man’s body, observing your handiwork. It was what you’d wanted the entire time. You’d been searching for the right marks that could bring you the death you craved, the kind of destruction you lived for. Why didn’t you kill me, huh? Why the fuck didn’t you put a bullet in my fucking head?”

The sharp sting of tears started to pepper my eyes. Was Aaron’s description of me accurate? Was I truly that fucked up?

“Answer me, goddammit!”

Aaron’s thundering voice nearly drove me out of my skin, but his side-eye glare said I needed to answer him.

“I didn’t want to kill you or any of your people. I only wanted to see how you lived, even if it meant me witnessing you killing people. I wanted to observe others that live in dangerous situations to see if I could figure out what is wrong with me. Nothing has helped me. I’m fucked up, broken, twisted in so many ways, I can’t unbend myself.”

“So, we were your test subjects? Nothing more than human lab rats to you?”

The loud boom of Aaron’s hand slamming into the steering wheel caused me to claw at the door panel.

“Why the fuck did you pick us?”

Although the door was locked, I gripped the latch as I remained pressed against it.

Aaron’s gaze was the worst I’d seen so far. Death darkened his eyes, and his body sat in a tense hunched position as he fought to hold a sea of rage in that demanded to be let out.

“And you fucked my father. I asked you, outright, if my father fucked you and your clever ass avoided the question. Was it a thrill for you? Some type of freakish conquest? Fucking father and son?”

Based on how tight Aaron’s skin stretched against his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel, I didn’t have to guess that he wanted nothing more than to strangle me with his bare hands.

I clamped my lips shut because my words weren’t doing shit but pissing him off even more than he already was.

“You’d better fucking answer my question, Megan or Lacey. I don’t even know what the fuck to call you.”

It was difficult, but I swallowed the baseball-sized lump in my throat and answered him.

“It was the only way to get him to protect me from the rest of the MC,” I said, my voice low and shaky. Looking back at it now, I wasn’t sorry I’d slept with Shark. I’d naïvely assumed that a group known for being racist wouldn’t want to touch me sexually with a ten-foot pole, but I’d been wrong.

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