Into Darkness (Whitsborough Chronicles Book 2) Page 9

  “Follow me.” Carm says as he guides us out of the room and down a long hallway.

  We enter a large room with racks and racks of guns on them. The room is any man’s fucking wet dream. My cock stirs in my jeans and I grin.

  “Pick one out and let’s get to it.” Carm says.

  I grab a Glock 17 because I know this gun, I’ve used this gun before and it’s a comfortable fit.

  “Ah, the Glock. Nice pick.” Carm states.

  I follow him into a range area and I am shocked by the size. Ten aisles line up, side by side, fully equipped with ear protection and goggles.

  “I’m sure you have some questions for me and I will answer them all. But first I need to tell you exactly what’s going on.” Carm says as he lays his gun down on the counter, I do the same. “Ember has someone looking for her, this woman is dangerous. Her name is Jennifer Talia and she is a senator here in New York, a corrupt one. She was doing some business with Raph and I suspect they were an item of some sort. She’s looking for revenge and I need Ember protected at all costs. So, when you leave here today I will arm you and make sure you can protect her.”

  “Ember told me about what happened and how her father had captured her, she also told me you were there too. How can I trust that you have her best interests?”

  “Good question, I had Emmett to think of. Raphael knew how close I was to that kid and used him against me every chance he got. When he told me Ember was my sister and Emmett’s twin, I felt bad but Emmett was all I had.” He scrubs a hand down his face, “but as I’m sure you know and I soon found out, Ember didn’t need anyone’s help. She single handily took out our leader.”

  “What are you doing to find this Jennifer bitch?”

  “I have the other heads of our corporation searching for her weaknesses.” He nods, “we’ll get her.”

  I take his word on it for now, but I will be needing more information. If this bitch thinks she can harm Ember in any way then she has another thing coming. We do some shooting target and for as rusty as I am, I still hit the bullseye multiple times. Carm sticks to his word and lets me pick any gun I want, I decided to stick with the Glock, I know it well enough. He sets me up with some ammo and we head back to wait for Emmett and Ember.

  When Ember gets back I watch as she says goodbye to Carm and he slips her a piece of paper, to the untrained eye it would’ve been missed, but I don’t miss a fucking thing. I continue to watch as she nods to them both and slips her hands in her hoodie pocket. Maybe it’s another fight to the death and if that’s the case I will be there this time with her knowledge.

  We head to the Hummer and as soon as the doors close she turns to me.

  “I have to come back next weekend.” She reaches her hand out and places it on my arm, “will you come back with me?”

  Relief hits me right away; she’s not hiding from me anymore and it can only mean that she trusts me wholly. “Of course. Why are we coming back? Is it another fight?”

  “It’s a hit.”

  I’m not sure how I feel about that but I would never tell her what to do, if this keeps her straight then I won’t interfere, but I will be there to protect her.

  The rest of the weekend we chill out and go over this hit she has the following weekend. We plan it out starting with scoping this guys job and the people around him, this isn’t some crackhead off the street. He’s a district attorney who likes to be paid off to let murderers back out on the street. Ember explained that one of the Head’s sons was killed by a guy who was let out on a bribe.

  Just like that, I’m a fucking sidekick.

  15

  Ron Chambers, District Attorney for The Bronx, and an overall dickhead of epic proportions. The file I’ve received shows he’s let out at least twenty rapists and murderers to line his motherfucking corrupt pockets. One of the ten Heads has requested this man be ‘dealt with’. He lives in a fancy condo building on the penthouse floor, one of two penthouses on that floor, sounding familiar? That’s right, this bitch shares a penthouse floor with none other than Robert Greene and now Vincent Greene. This couldn’t be any easier, unless he decided to take a trip off his balcony. Hey…that’s actually a good idea.

  Since we’ve been back I have had Shay and Adri both blowing up my phone, the former begging for forgiveness and the latter begging me to forgive Shay. I’m just not there yet, the best thing Shay could’ve done was tell me straight up as soon as she received that video. I get it, she fucked the coach at school and blackmail is a bitch but she literally had pornography on her phone with the purpose to distribute.

  Travis says he almost shit himself when he found out one of his baseball coaches was boning the students at Precious Blood Academy but in the next breath said it wasn’t hard to believe either. He’s also been calling me and asking me more and more about the virus I put on Marlana’s computer, where I got it from and what exactly it does. I’m not stupid, I know why he’s asking and if I wasn’t so fucking pissed and seeing red that night, I would’ve kept my mouth shut if only for this exact reason. I know he’s seeing similarities to the same virus applied to his security system but I can’t do anything about it now, I just have to ride it out.

  Back to this file, it’s fucking detailed. Right down to this man’s favourite food-lasagna-and how he likes to spend his Saturday night soaking in his hot tub on the balcony. He also has a pet cat and he’s never been married, although he has a long-term girlfriend and she had an abortion a few years back. This guy just feels all over scummy. He is handsome I will say that. His always coiffed blond hair sweeps back over his head and his very fake orange tan makes his baby blues shine bright. The sneer of his smile might make some panties drop but after all I’ve learned about him, I can only see evil.

  When we got back from New York my parents had so many questions and even more when I said I was going back the following weekend. It was Vin that convinced them I needed closure, and that he would be with me every second. This mollified them and I instantly feel like a dick because all they ever deserved was a child to love and I am giving them a hard time doing that. But I can’t stop now, this is my life and I have to do what I have to do no matter how much of an asshole I’m being.

  I decide to get up and start to get ready, I have a dinner date with Adri. She’s been begging me since I’ve been back to see her, I’ve put her off for three days and I can’t do it any longer. Plus, I’ve memorized everything in this folder and I will have to form my concrete plan soon. I take a shower and let my hair air dry into a mess of curls then I apply a light layer of makeup. I’m actually excited to get out of this house for a few hours because I’ve stuffed myself in my room for the past three days.

  I dress in a pair of black jean shorts and a white flowy blouse. I look innocent as fuck-like a regular schoolgirl. I make my way to the kitchen and see my parents sitting together reading the newspaper.

  “Hey guys.” I chirp.

  “Hey Ember,” Ma says, her head still in the paper. “They are having a memorial for Robert tonight, candles and all. You want to come with us?”

  “Yeah, sure.” I say around a sip of coffee.

  “You’ve been holed up in your room after the trip, is everything okay?” Dad asks.

  “Yeah, I just miss Tommy, I have plans with his foster brother next weekend.” Complete bullshit lie. I was never fond of Tommy’s foster brother.

  “Vincent is going for sure as well, right?” Ma asks.

  “Yes, I like him there with me.”

  They both nod and return to the paper. I feel bad about all the lies but there is no way I am bringing them into this lifestyle I am in. “Be ready tonight at eight.” She says as I start to leave.

  “Okay, love you!” I say back as I open the front door.

  “Love you, too!”

  I get into Shelby and drive to Adri’s house with Rihanna’s S&M blaring out of the speakers. I pull into Adri’s driveway and give a quick two honks on the hor
n. I have yet to meet Adri’s parents, she says they aren’t home much because they travel a lot and when they are home, its all work. I feel bad for her because she has no siblings and they’ve pretty much left her to raise herself. My parents say that Adri’s parents were always the hippies of the bunch and never easy to track down.

  I watch as she comes out of her front door, she has on a pretty purple sundress and the colour reminds me of Marlana’s head. I close my eyes and start to breathe; this technique is the only one that stops me on the brink of a full out rage.

  The door opens and she sits in the passenger side. I turn down the music and give her a smile. Adri has been a bit tentative with me lately and of course I know why. So, I always try my best to reassure her that I don’t want to lose our friendship.

  “Hey.” I say to her.

  ‘Hi, how are you?” She replies.

  “I’m alright,” I shake my head, “I have to go to Robert’s memorial tonight.”

  “Yeah, same. Travis asked me to come.” She nods.

  “How are you two?”

  “He’s been home a lot with his mom. I try to get him to come out but he worries about her.”

  “What’s wrong with her?”

  “She’s depressed and doesn’t want to leave the house. Although, for as long as I can remember she never left it anyways.” She shrugs.

  “I see.”

  “Ember, about Shay…”

  “No,” I cut her off quickly, “I will never have anything to do with her again. You do you, but if you continue to try and push her on me, I won’t have anything to do with you either.”

  “Okay.” She nods.

  We head over to the local burger joint and as I pull into the parking lot I see a bunch of kids from school loitering around the front. I haven’t really faced anyone yet except for Shay’s party but I mostly kept to Vin’s side and these kids wouldn’t dare approach me while he was there. I know they have questions and there are probably rumors flying about why I didn’t finish the school year.

  My parents told the school administration that I had a death in my family in New York-not too far from the truth-and that I needed the time to grieve after having two deaths so close together. I’m sure that story has been twisted into something much more elaborate to satisfy the teenage mind.

  We get out of the car and approach the restaurant, a few of the guys standing around the front start to elbow each other and the murmuring starts. “Hey Ember,” one calls out. “Will you be back to school in September?”

  “Yeah.” I nod.

  “Cool.” They nod their heads, grinning at each other.

  “Yeah, house arrest for murdering the neighbour’s cat is only like 3 weeks.” I shake my head, “I told them I needed it for the midnight blood ritual and it was better than using a newborn baby. Ya know?” Both their eyebrows shoot up and Adri stifles a laugh behind her cough. I continue to look around between all of my peers at school, with my face full of innocence. “Next time, I plan on using someone with a big mouth, that way they can tell the Devil all the shit I’ve been doing, and I can get into Hell without any trouble.” My smile is so large I must look psychotic.

  “My mom works in the office,” a girl pipes up, “she told me Ember had a death in the family.”

  “Yeah that was told so you guys wouldn’t freak when I came back. It was just a cat anyways, not like a human… yet.” I snap my teeth at her and she yelps.

  Adri and I enter the restaurant laughing our asses off. That will be a new rumor in no time and to be honest I’m hoping they start to fear me and leave me alone for senior year.

  “That was fucking hilarious.” Adri snorts.

  I watch as the Hummer pulls into my driveway, my parents and I wait until Vin and Sharla step out. We all decided we would go to this memorial together. I almost snort out loud when I think about Robert rolling in his grave when I step foot inside.

  “Hi guys.” Sharla says, coming forward to hug each of us.

  “Hey Shar,” my dad says, “you riding with us? Let the young ones go together?”

  “Yeah, that sounds good.” She nods.

  We all pile into our vehicles and head to the local community center. I know Robert is probably looking down his nose at this place right now. How dare we hold his memorial in this lowly place. I don’t bother to hold in my snort this time and Vin looks at me with his brow raised.

  “Seeing Robert’s condo makes me think he’d hate the thought of his memorial being here.” I explain.

  “That’s the only reason why I bothered to show.” We chuckle together and pull into the center’s parking lot.

  My cell phone pings with a message. I pull out my phone and read the text.

  WombSharingDemon: We training again this weekend?

  “Womb sharing demon?” Vin snickers, reading over my shoulder.

  “Where’s the lie?” I ask him with my brow raised. “You don’t even want to know what your name used to be in here.”

  He laughs and shakes his head.

  Me: Yeah, I will see you Sunday AM before we leave

  The memorial was going well until Travis’ mom had a fit in the middle of Travis’ speech. She started screaming for Robert to come back and to help her because she couldn’t live without him. To me she looked strung out, her blonde hair was limp and greasy and her skin was flushed with a sheen of sweat. Seeing her made me pity Travis that much more. That’s some real fucked up shit. I make myself promise to hang out with Travis more because his life doesn’t seem to be all rainbows like I once thought.

  After all the fake displays of condolences-trust me this man was not loved-from the community we all head home. I go back and spend a relaxing night with my parents and continue to plot and plan for the following weekend.

  16

  After taking another three fingers and carving ‘Ephesians 5:25’ into his chest, he finally passes out. Why carve that into his chest you’re asking? A while ago Mrs. G asked us to read this passage and write the importance of a marriage. I felt it was appropriate for this situation, since this fuck was a crummy husband.

  I have blood dripping from my hair and onto my face, and my hands look like I performed surgery without gloves. But I’m not near done yet, he hasn’t paid for his transgressions and I can’t leave until I feel satisfied with what I’ve started.

  I slap him hard across the face twice and smile when he comes to with a groan.

  “Please Mija, no more.” He pants, “just kill me.”

  “You’re giving up this quick?”

  “Si, I can’t handle anymore.”

  “I’m sure you didn’t think this way for my mother. Was she given a choice?” I snarl in his face.

  I glide the knife around the edges of his face in a circle and he barely makes a whimper, I can see his life is almost done, so I have to make this quick. Have you ever skinned an animal? Probably not, neither have I…until now. His skin curls away from the knife and I slowly start to peel it back off his cheeks first. His whimpers become low whines as I cut around his lips and eye sockets. Then like ripping a band aid, I have a mask of skin in my hand and blood soaking into my sweater. I throw his skinned face onto the desk and lean back to look him over.

  He’s so near death I can hear his chest rattle with fluid every time he takes a short breath. The blood that once ran profusely barely dribbles now and I am coming down from the adrenalin that brought me here in the first place. I just want to get home and see my family and be with Vin.

  I pick up the gun I left on the desk and point it between his eyes. He looks up at me and smiles faintly.

  “You’ve made me proud, Mija.”

  I pull the trigger and watch as his head snaps back, blood and brain matter splatter on the wall behind him. It’s done.

  Four bullets…

  17

  A few days and a long ass drive later, Vin and I are back in the Upper East Side condo preparing for tomorrow. I�
�m excited and the need to release is strong, these nightmares making a reappearance means I need to sate the darkness. Vin on the other hand is more subdued and reserved. I have told him more than once he does not have to be a part of this but he won’t hear any of it. I have printed a recipe for lasagna that I will try to perfect all day tomorrow.

  I take a shower and come into the bedroom. Vin is laying on the bed in boxers, scrolling through his phone. My mouth goes dry just looking at him, his skin is glistening from the body lotion he applies after his shower and his hair has a damp curled look. He’s so fucking gorgeous. He catches me looking at him and sends his signature smirk. I drop my towel and walk towards him. His eyebrows lift and he sets his phone aside. My heart beats a rhythm only designed for Vin, he owns it and he owns me. Body and dark soul.

  I stand at the edge of the bed and squeal as he quickly jumps towards me and grabs me by the waist. The next instant I feel my back bounce off the plushy as fuck mattress and moan as Vin’s tongue licks across my pebbled nipple. He heads down over my stomach and bites into my hip. The sharp sting of pain makes me gasp and I feel myself getting wetter.

  “Is my pussy loving when her daddy bites?”

  Jesus, that mouth.

  He spreads my legs and uses his thumbs to spread open my folds. He does one full swipe with his tongue, from my ass to my clit and his tongue ring digs in deliciously. Then I feel his breath blow across my exposed clit and I start to writhe into the bed. He pushes in one finger and I whimper, it’s not near enough. My hips rise towards his face, my body asking for something my mind hasn’t even processed yet. I feel him chuckle as he presses his mouth onto my clit and sucks, his finger still pumping in and out of me. He doesn’t let up and soon enough my orgasm creeps over me like a thousand tingles flooding my whole body.