vengeance.
Maybe if I give my life for his cause, he will finally see my devotion for the gift it is, he’ll see me as his brother in every way that truly matters. It will make everything I’ve been through worth it when I achieve my rightful place—as his brother, sealed in evil -- and bound by blood, one way or another.
Chapter Eight
Liam
I canceled today’s surgeries to visit Lance at Our Lady of Tranquility and find out what the hell is going on. If I’m right, Lance will revel in the fact that he has a groupie. He’ll be so smug that he won’t be able to hide it from me. He’ll want to rub it in my face and make me suffer. Any hold he can have on me – perceived or otherwise -- is gratifying to him. The sick son of a bitch has a morbid need to lure me into his chaos and he’ll use any means at his disposal.
I go through the tedious process of emptying my pockets and signing in. The receptionist barely looks up from her work when I’m cleared to proceed. I step through the metal detector and am led to a small room where my brother is already seated at a table in shackles. The guard leaves, pulling the heavy door closed behind him. I remain standing.
Lance assures me that the guards are paid off to ensure our privacy; nonetheless, I am always careful during our visits. I have more to lose than he does, but today I’m so pissed off that I couldn’t care less if we’re being taped. It’s taking all I have to not throttle the son of a bitch. I waste no time lighting into him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Lance?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, brother dear,” he murmurs benignly, sniffing delicately. He makes a show of brushing imaginary lint off his shoulder as the chains clank and rattle .
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I seethe. “Why are you having Madonna Mathews followed?”
I don’t give him time to answer as I stomp across the room and turn to glare at him, leaning back against the wall with a foot braced against it and my arms crossed over my chest. “Explain this to me, then. What the hell is up with some guy dressing like you while he follows her around? And don’t even bother trying to lie to me, I know you’re somehow behind this.”
“Madonna. A pretty name for a pretty girl. She has no idea, does she, of your sexual depravity?”
As usual, my brother’s deflecting. Everything’s always a mind fuck with him and not the good kind.
“My liaisons have always been consensual. I never touch any woman sexually unless I have her explicit agreement. Don’t try to turn this shit around on me. We’re discussing you here, not me.”
“Hmm, willingly unwilling, is that it? Yes, that is a special kind of kink, isn’t it? Oh, dear brother,” he shakes his head for emphasis, “we both know you’re just as dark and fucked up as I am. Does she know about your penchant for, hmm… let’s just say, the darker side of sex? I mean, really, kidnapping and abduction? And all that yummy, rough sex, too. How would such an innocent flower react if she ever found out how much you enjoy taking women? In the literal sense, of course,” he concludes in a deceptively silky tone of voice.
“You have no idea who I am or what I like. There are plenty of women who enjoy the same things I do. I was born with this bent, but you…you had a choice. You chose to kill those women. Now stop changing the subject and answer me! Who is this sick fuck you’ve got following her?”
“Well, to hear him tell it, he’s my ‘number one fan’,” he chuckles as he raises his shackled hands to make clangy air quotes. “I guess he’s taking it upon himself to finish the job I wasn’t able to. Quite sweet, really.”
“Wait, what-- He’s going to kill her? You son of a bitch !” I push off the wall and yell for the guard. I need to work quickly.
Lance calls out gaily as I run down the hall to the exit, “You can’t save her, Liam. No one
Maybe if I give my life for his cause, he will finally see my devotion for the gift it is, he’ll see me as his brother in every way that truly matters. It will make everything I’ve been through worth it when I achieve my rightful place—as his brother, sealed in evil -- and bound by blood, one way or another.
Chapter Eight
Liam
I canceled today’s surgeries to visit Lance at Our Lady of Tranquility and find out what the hell is going on. If I’m right, Lance will revel in the fact that he has a groupie. He’ll be so smug that he won’t be able to hide it from me. He’ll want to rub it in my face and make me suffer. Any hold he can have on me – perceived or otherwise -- is gratifying to him. The sick son of a bitch has a morbid need to lure me into his chaos and he’ll use any means at his disposal.
I go through the tedious process of emptying my pockets and signing in. The receptionist barely looks up from her work when I’m cleared to proceed. I step through the metal detector and am led to a small room where my brother is already seated at a table in shackles. The guard leaves, pulling the heavy door closed behind him. I remain standing.
Lance assures me that the guards are paid off to ensure our privacy; nonetheless, I am always careful during our visits. I have more to lose than he does, but today I’m so pissed off that I couldn’t care less if we’re being taped. It’s taking all I have to not throttle the son of a bitch. I waste no time lighting into him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Lance?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, brother dear,” he murmurs benignly, sniffing delicately. He makes a show of brushing imaginary lint off his shoulder as the chains clank and rattle .
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I seethe. “Why are you having Madonna Mathews followed?”
I don’t give him time to answer as I stomp across the room and turn to glare at him, leaning back against the wall with a foot braced against it and my arms crossed over my chest. “Explain this to me, then. What the hell is up with some guy dressing like you while he follows her around? And don’t even bother trying to lie to me, I know you’re somehow behind this.”
“Madonna. A pretty name for a pretty girl. She has no idea, does she, of your sexual depravity?”
As usual, my brother’s deflecting. Everything’s always a mind fuck with him and not the good kind.
“My liaisons have always been consensual. I never touch any woman sexually unless I have her explicit agreement. Don’t try to turn this shit around on me. We’re discussing you here, not me.”
“Hmm, willingly unwilling, is that it? Yes, that is a special kind of kink, isn’t it? Oh, dear brother,” he shakes his head for emphasis, “we both know you’re just as dark and fucked up as I am. Does she know about your penchant for, hmm… let’s just say, the darker side of sex? I mean, really, kidnapping and abduction? And all that yummy, rough sex, too. How would such an innocent flower react if she ever found out how much you enjoy taking women? In the literal sense, of course,” he concludes in a deceptively silky tone of voice.
“You have no idea who I am or what I like. There are plenty of women who enjoy the same things I do. I was born with this bent, but you…you had a choice. You chose to kill those women. Now stop changing the subject and answer me! Who is this sick fuck you’ve got following her?”
“Well, to hear him tell it, he’s my ‘number one fan’,” he chuckles as he raises his shackled hands to make clangy air quotes. “I guess he’s taking it upon himself to finish the job I wasn’t able to. Quite sweet, really.”
“Wait, what-- He’s going to kill her? You son of a bitch !” I push off the wall and yell for the guard. I need to work quickly.
Lance calls out gaily as I run down the hall to the exit, “You can’t save her, Liam. No one
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