Page 25 of Twisted Hearts

When I discovered that the group didn’t have a problem sleeping with an African-American woman, the quick fix was agreeing to sleep with the only man that I knew could protect me. My moral compass had clearly been destroyed along with my sanity, so sleeping with one biker versus the entire crew was the most logical decision my brain could make at the time.

Aaron reached over and groped me roughly between my legs, jarring me from my thoughts.

“Why stop at him and me? Why not go for the whole MC? Wasn’t that what you wanted, to get fucked? To fuck us and laugh at us after you’d gotten what you wanted? I fucking hate you!”

His violent voice grew quiet as his heavy breaths filled the cab of his truck. His nostrils flared as if he was preparing them to breathe fire.

“Now that I know what you are about, I’m going to fucking make you pay. I’m going to make you suffer. And your friends, your partners in crime, Beverly and Laura, are going to have to have closed-casket funerals. I killed those bitches. I let them each know that it was you who brought death to their doors.”

My head whipped around at Aaron’s deadly revelation. “Nooo!” I screamed, my voice ripped from a place deep inside my chest as tears streamed down my face. My sobs escaped uncontrollably, as agonizing hiccupping cries scratched my throat. Knowing that I had caused the death of the only friends that had looked out for me was worse than death itself. Beverly and Laura had helped me escape a situation that would have otherwise killed me.

“So, the she-devil does care about someone?” Aaron’s taunting voice sank me deeper into my despair.

“I took pictures of them for you. Figured you’d like to see more gruesome acts of death. Use that shit in your books. Now, I understand why those damn books are so good. Everything in them is probably some shit you’ve manipulated your way into seeing or have done yourself.”

My mind descended into a haze of despair so deep, Aaron’s words faded into the background. I fell against the door, shaking and crying with my head hanging low to my chest. My heart had stopped beating and blood was no longer flowing to the rest of my worthless body. The fact that my actions had led to the death of two innocent women was the worst thing that could have ever happened. My mind may have been fucked up, but I had never intended good people to get killed because of their association with me.

Beverly and Laura were the only two people who gave a damn about me when the rest of the world shitted on me. They supported me and didn’t judge me not even when I did shit that had them questioning my sanity. Once we’d become friends, they’d never turned their backs on me, not even when my mind led me to the darkened path I’d decided to walk down.

Now, more than anything, I wanted Aaron to kill me. Whatever he had planned for me, for however long he wanted it to last, I deserved it, every brutal moment.

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