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    I watched in horror as the man struck a match on his nasty ass teeth and flicked it at Juju. It flew through the air in slow motion. The flame dancing as it drew closer and closer to my dear friend and Gypsy sister.
    Tears stung my eyes and I fought to stay standing as Juju’s screams began in earnest, the fire licking at her body angrily. The smell of burnt flesh and the pained screams of Juju and Trixie stole my breath. I couldn’t move. My eyes slammed shut when I could no longer take in the horrendous sight before me. I’d failed Juju. Her death was on me and me alone. The shouts behind me from the other sisters were nothing compared to Trixie’s heartbreaking wails and choked sobs as she watched her lover burn alive.
    The Twisted sat straddling their bikes, boots planted firmly on the ground, as if nothing rattled them, wicked evil grins on their disgusting faces. Then came the laughter and that only fueled my anger and need for revenge. I’d do whatever I had to now. I stared long and hard at each and every one of them, memorizing every detail of their faces because we would come for them soon and they would regret today’s actions.
    Juju’s screams finally ended and the scar-faced bastard, wearing a brand-new President patch, raised his boot, kicking Trixie in the back, forcing her body forward to the asphalt. She cried out in pain as she face-planted on the hard ground. She didn’t bother moving.
    Without so much as another word, the Twisted Bastards rode away, their growling engines fading away into the night.
    “Ladies, put out that damned fire,” I shouted. “And call the damn police.”
    Pulling a set of keys from my pocket with trembling hands, I made my way to the side of the gate, unlocking it. Carefully, I slid the gate open just enough to pass through, keeping my eyes on Trixie the entire time, watching as she rolled to her side, grimacing in pain with each movement of her body. I quickly looked down the streets for any sign of the Twisted and ran to her here side. Kneeling down, I pulled a knife from my boot and cut the zip ties at her wrists and ankles.
    “Let’s get you inside.” I said softly, unable to meet her eyes.
    The police arrived within minutes. Cherry Pie dealt with them while I dealt with Trixie and getting a local doctor friend to treat her wounds privately. There wasn’t an inch of skin on her body that didn’t show signs of torture and abuse. Cuts and bruises marred her small broken frame. Each and every touch made her whimper. But none of that was as bad as losing Juju.
    “They killed her.” she mumbled over and over again.
    “I know they did, honey. I know.”
    Over and over again, she mumbled the same words, cutting me to the core each and every time. I slipped from the room unable to hear those words uttered again.
    For the first time, I found myself at a loss for words. I wanted to ease her suffering, to offer kind words, to ease her pain, but nothing seemed to sound quite right. I had failed her and Juju epically. And there didn’t seem to be a way to make it right.
    The doctor arrived, cleaning and bandaging her wounds. He gave her an injection to help her sleep and calm her nerves. When she finally dozed off, we left her curled up on the bed and eased quietly out of the room. We all feared rape was a part of the torture but the doctor swore that that hadn’t happened. There were no signs of rape which shocked us all. But everything else they had done was bad enough without adding that.

Chapter 5: Blaze
     
    I took my usual seat at the bar next to Suicide. Within seconds, the prospect behind the bar sat an ice cold beer before each of us. Turning the bottle up, I guzzled half of it down.
    “Any news?” I asked.
    “Everything has been quiet on that front. I’ll make a few calls later tonight.”
    “Good. That’s real good.”
    The sweet butts and a few local women were out in full force tonight, as was usual. Somewhere behind me I could hear the