Page 93 of Twisted Obsession

I’d assumed he was crazy as hell, not that it meant something. So what? He was crazier than I assumed. What difference did it make? Crazy was crazy.

“It wasn’t me, cousin. All those times I was being nice to you. It wasn’t me.”

Who the hell was it? Your equally psychotic twin?

His smile widened like he’d heard my question.

“The nice one was my brother and your cousin, Mateo. He was a killer too, just not as thorough and vicious as me. He killed when he had to. I kill because I love to. He was the one that talked me into letting you have those weeks off. And what a fucking mistake that turned out to be.”

“You had a twin?” The words tumbled over my lips. A few questioning murmurs came from the men behind me, hinting that they hadn’t known Sorio’s secret either.

“Yes, genius, and an airtight alibi for every fucking crime I ever committed.”

Lumps of fear tumbled down my constricted throat, the news jarring me. August had killed the one person that had likely kept Sorio from killing me or making my life a worse hell than it already had been.

“My mother had us at home. A midwife delivered us. After we were born, my father seized the opportunity. He killed the midwife and threatened to kill my mother if she breathed a word to anyone that she’d given birth to twins. My father started training Mateo and me as soon as we hit double digits. I had the mind for murder, Mateo didn’t so much. He became the decoy, the alibi, the key ingredient needed to commit the perfect crimes. I became my father’s secret little assassin. When my mother threatened to spill the secret…”

Sorio didn’t have to finish the sentence. His eyebrows rose, and his eyes glinted with a murderous gaze that confirmed his suggestion. It was official. My family was a den of monsters. Parents who would eat their young and kids that murdered their parents if they became a problem.

“How do you think your father ended up dead?”

A strangled gasp escaped as I attempted to mute my hollowed cries. My lips started to tremble, but it wasn’t fear I stifled. Anger was the emotion that coursed through me. I’d had a sick sense that our family had killed my father. Now, I was face-to-face with his killer and the man who’d turned my life into a living nightmare.

“Uncle Emilio and his nice little tucked away side-life with his perfect wife and daughter. You really think your mother died in a car accident?”

“Nooo,” came my low murmur of protest, hoping that denying what he said would make it false. I’d had seven short years with my mother, not enough time to build lasting memories of her.

“Nope, my father killed your mother and not because he didn’t like her. My father wanted to fuck her, and that black bitch turned him down like she had a choice. I lost my father because of you black bitches. After my father killed your mother, he went into hiding for years and ended up in the slums of Texas because Uncle Emilio had put a price on his head. Over that bitch. My father ended up getting killed by the little black foster bitch he was raising. After the family had given up the quest, I sought to avenge my father’s death. I started with Uncle Emilio. His murder was some of my best work.”

Sorio stood over me, gloating. He blamed my mother and me for his father’s death. His thinking was an erratic, disjointed mess. He was psychotic and willing to kill anyone he deemed responsible for his unhappiness.

“You abide by the rules of this family, or you die by them,” he declared shaking a finger in my face as he quoted some misguided family principle. “Realigning DG6 was one of my biggest plans. I’d intended to do what your boyfriend and his band of fucking brothers did. It would have taken me longer my way, but thanks to your boyfriend and friends, they took out the top six for me. No one, not even the Social Security Administration knows I had a twin, so guess who took over the reins of the Dominquez Cartel?” He tapped at his chest. “I run DG6 now!”

His revelation hung in the air while my brain spasmed in my head. Sorio was running my already evil cartel family, which meant that hell was getting spilled on earth. The men snickered behind me, but I knew my cousin well enough to know he’d kill them for the information he’d divulged. He’d killed for less, and they were too dumb to realize he’d already revealed he’d killed his own mother to protect his secret.

“I know your boyfriend and his friends have connections, so I haven’t shown my face for obvious reasons. Although I could have gone on and lived happily ever after running the empire, there was this one thing I couldn’t let go of. One thing that nagged at me so hard, I fucking couldn’t let it get away from me. One thing that kept niggling in my mind to the point that I needed to do something about it.”

The evil glare that usually sent a shiver through me appeared. Sorio had risked his cover to come after me. A smile spread across his face, revealing his evil intent.

“I’m not going to kill you, cousin. That would be too easy. But, I’m going to make you pray for death every day.” He said this as he slid his tongue across his lips and rubbed his hands together in delight. I stared into the face of blinding evil, a disturbed man that shouldn’t have been around normal humans.

Sorio’s twisted obsession with me knew no bounds.

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