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Tossing the shears over my shoulder, the sound of them hitting the hard tile floor echoed in the room. With a smile, I pushed the tray back inside the rack, and pulled around the doorto close it most of the way; leaving room for some oxygen to get inside.

Now for the fun part.

Before leaving Denver, I prepared two handcuff keys with a length of twine tied around each one. Pulling one of the handcuff keys out of my pocket, I unraveled the twine and tied it to the latch of the door to the rack.

“Good luck, you piece of shit,” I spat, making my way back towards the elevator.

Now, it’s Aaron’s turn.

6

ALEXIS

“Iget so hard seeing pretty things like you disobeying, begging for pain…”

Aaron’s words he spoke to Amara were deafening in my mind as I pulled open the trunk of the SUV.

To my surprise, Aaron was fairly lucid; squirming and groaning, trying to free himself from his restraints. But nightfall was approaching, and I knew I had to get Aaron inside and situated before Dom figured his way out of the morgue.

Aaron’s eyes shot to mine as the trunk opened, and they narrowed as the recognition of who I was shone in his eyes.

“Oh, come now, don’t give me that look. I’ll be gentle, daddy. Well, kinda…” I feigned a school girl giggle as I reached for the 1911 in my waistband.

Aaron tried to groan and mumble, but was incoherent thanks to the gag.

Pulling out Dom’s gun, I crawled inside the SUV and straddled Aaron. Sitting up tall, I held up his brother’s gun as if I was studying it. His eyes went wide as he stared at Dom’s gun in my hands. He mumbled again, trying to talk through the gag and duct tape.

“Let me guess… Where did you get that gun? That’s my brother’s gun! Where is he? Did you kill him? I’ll fucking kill you, you bitch!” I paused, pressing the barrel underneath his chin, looking down at him with hooded eyes. ”Was I right?” I purred, pressing it under his chin harder.

All he could do was glare daggers at me, and I fucking loved it.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” He tried to look away, and I turned his cheek towards me with the barrel of the gun. “Cat’s got your tongue? Oh, wait… you can’t talk,” I giggled, patting his cheek with my free hand.

Aaron tried to buck me off of him, but he got nowhere with his hands cuffed behind his back and his feet bound.

“I get so hard seeing pretty things like you disobeying…” I hissed through clenched teeth, using his words he used with Amara. Pressing the barrel under his chin again, my finger trembled on the trigger. “If only you knew how badly I want to blow your fucking brains out right here, right now…” Aaron glared at me, trying not to show fear, but as I pulled back the hammer on the gun, he slipped, and I saw the crack; that one little opening that let me know I had him in the palm of my hand.

He squeezed his eyes shut as I pulled the trigger; the harsh click of the empty magazine echoing in the trunk of the SUV. Leaning in close, I harshly gripped his face, forcing him to look at me again.

“Don’t you think for one fucking second that I’m letting you die that easily,” I spat, shoving his head to the side. Sitting up tall again, I shifted my grip on the gun from the handle to the barrel. “This was fun to do to Dom; I just can’t resist doing it to you.”

As hard as I could, I swung the gun down, handle first, pistol whipping Aaron near his ear, knocking him unconscious. I couldn’t help but pout, disappointed that I didn’t draw any blood.

“Useless sack of shit…” I grumbled, sliding off his body and out of the trunk, tucking the gun back in my waistband.

Pulling the wheelchair up towards the trunk and locking the wheels, I repeated the process I did with Dom. It was easier dragging Aaron’s stupid body out of the car since he wasn’t nearly as big as Dom. But unfortunately, shifting his body from the trunk to the wheelchair was going to be more difficult.

Once I got his legs hanging out of the trunk, I stopped and took a deep breath, cracking my neck and stretching my arms.

Okay, here we go…

Scooping my arms underneath his armpits, I did a slight squat, pushing myself to stand. I was able to lift him just enough to turn and sit him in the wheelchair. He started to slouch slightly, so I ran to the passenger side of the car, grabbing my duffel bag, and rushed back to the wheelchair, not wanting him to fall to the ground and creating a bigger problem for me.

Pulling out a length of rope, I wrapped it around his torso, underneath his armpits, and around the back of the wheelchair to hold him in place. He was still handcuffed behind his back, which would change once I got him inside. Continuing to wrap him in the rope, I worked my way down to his lap, looping the rope through the opening at the armrests, over his lap, and under the seat.

Once secure, I closed the trunk of the SUV, locked it, and draped the strap of my duffel bag across my chest.

My hands shook with excitement, the adrenaline coursing through my veins at the thought of what was coming…