Page 108 of Twisted Revelations

“Of course I do,” he replied before rising. He switched positions, laying against the pillows before tucking me into his strong chest. I turned into him, placing my ear to his heart, relaxing into the lively rhythm.

He kissed the top of my head. “Are you ready to tell me the rest?”

My eyes snapped wide open, first glancing left and turning to the right as I came up with something to say. He placed his lips to my ear. “I might be five months younger than you, but I wasn’t born yesterday. You don’t have to tell me, but I know there’s more.”

“Wait, you’re younger than me? How do you know my age?” I was surprised by the revelation, but also reaching for anything to skirt the main subject.

“I’ll be twenty-five in a few months. You turned twenty-five in February. We have access to someone called D. Michaels, so there’s not much I can’t eventually find out.”

“Oh,” was all I said as I settled my head back against his chest. What else did he know?

He leaned closer, glancing into my face. “In case you’re wondering, I don’t know the rest of your story. None of us do, and you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

After a long pause, I decided I was comfortable enough with him to start the last leg of a story I swore I’d take to the grave.

“Like with Laura’s uncle and my father’s killer, we found ourselves waiting on the inside of another house. This time, we didn’t sneak in. This time we were let in through the front door like we lived there. It was one in the morning, so everyone was asleep. Laura used a wedge of wood at the brother’s door to keep him inside. The wife had taken her nightly dose of sleeping pills, so we didn’t bother with her. Laura and I hid under Megan’s bed and waited. The poor girl knew her rape schedule. Carlos Dominquez came snaking into the room and slithered into her bed, just like she said he would. Since the room was dark, we eased out from under the bed in silence. When Megan yelled out, “Now!” we stood, knives at the ready.”

Luke had gone stalk still, staring straight ahead.

“The first stab came from Megan. She’d jammed the knife in his neck. When she opened up his neck, he attempted to choke her, but Laura and I started stabbing him. He came after us, leaking and spraying blood all over the place, cursing, yelling, and threatening bloody murder. I was scared as hell when he trapped me in the corner between a bedside table and the closet, but Megan and Laura were stabbing at his back. He was like the Incredible Hulk.

“He turned from me, and I sent the knife across his Achilles, sawing across the area my father had taught me was a weak spot. He screamed like a wounded wolf before he backhanded the hell out of me. He stood but stumbled to one knee while reaching for Megan and Laura. Blood loss had made him weak. He hobbled forward but ended up falling sideways. We pounced on him, counting each stab out loud until we got to the number of times he’d raped Megan.”

A deep sigh left Luke. He squeezed me to him, but I could tell what I was telling him now about who we’d killed had his full attention. We’d killed an original member of the Dominquez Cartel. The fact I was still alive to tell Luke the story was a miracle and just blind immature luck.

“Once we were certain that Carlos was gone, we took the wedge out of the foster brother David’s door. Instead of taking the chance of him waking up to kick our butts like the dad, we took our time tying him to the bed. We all climbed in with him and just started stabbing and counting. I honestly can’t recall the state of mind I was in. All I knew and could think about, was what they’d been doing to Megan, and how Carlos had strolled into her bedroom to take what he wanted. We stabbed David the number of times he’d raped Megan, untied him, and went for the mother.

“Megan had come up with the plan to get tossed in prison or the nuthouse because of who the family was. We were too young to understand the kind of fire we’d started, but Megan took all the blame. She wouldn’t even go through with the plan unless we let her. It was hard to keep Laura quiet, back then and through the years. Megan mistakenly let her know where she was one time, and there she went, dragging me behind her. Thankfully, by the time we arrived Megan was gone.”

Easing up, I glanced back at Luke who appeared whiter than he already was.

“Beverly.” The stress in his gaze and the inflection in the way he called my name, immediately filled me with worry.

“Yes.”

“Do you think that there was a way DG6 could have found out that all three of you were in that house?”

Crickets! The chirps vibrated inside my brain. I fell back onto Luke’s chest, shaking my head. For a split second, I thought that maybe, but there was no way for anyone to know that we’d all been in that house.

“No. The only way they knew about Megan was because she lived there, and she’d turned herself in knowing it was the only way to stay safe from the family. Also, it was over ten years ago, and Megan has been hiding from that family since she was released from that institution. What reason would they have to think something different now?”

Luke pulled me back in before folding his strong arms around me. “Such Twisted Revelations. So many secrets,” he whispered in a low tone. A deep sigh left him before he kissed my neck.

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