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“The Devil’s Plan,” Tristan says without a hint of emotion.
“What the fuck is The Devil’s Plan?” I shake my head.
“The Black Skull Society believes that the world is in a state of stagnation, ruled by false religions, governments, and oppressive systems. Their ultimate goal is to create a world where the Devil’s teachings reign supreme, and individual will is the highest authority.” Again, Tristan repeats this as if he is reading it from a book.
“We can’t let you join this fuckery,” Kayce tells him with a frown.
“Too late.” Tristan runs a hand down his face. “My only way out is in.”
“Why are you telling us all this? If this is as dangerous as you say it is, as it seems to be, why tell us? Surely, that has to be like the dumbest fucking thing to do,” Asher asks.
“Yeah, it does put you all at risk.” Tristan nods.
“Dude, what the actual fuck then?” Kayce throws up his arms.
Tristan holds out his hand to try to calm him down. “Because if something, anything happens to me, you all know the truth. All of you know it wasn’t whatever lie they came up with; you know it was the Society. And I needed you all to know the truth before I try to dismantle and take them down.”
I can’t help but stare at him. “I’m sorry, I think I just took crazy pills. Did you say while you dismantle them?”
Tristan nods. “Yeah, I did. It’s the only way I will be free. Dismantle or death.”
“Death?” Kayce’s voice goes up an octave.
“Yeah. You can’t leave the Society. The only way out is death.”
“Wait, but how do you plan on dismantling it?” I frown.
Tristan shrugs. “No idea. All I know is I will have to do it from the inside.”
“Fuck.” Kayce pulls on the ends of his hair.
“Tristan, this is so beyond insane and dangerous, man. They could kill you.” Asher shakes his head.
Tristan looks at each of us before opening his mouth. “I know.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
RAELYN
It’s beena week since the attack at the practice stadium. And I have had one of the guys with me at all times. Even the asshole, Cam, who happens to be with me today.
I pull out a book that I’ve been reading,The Secrets We Keepby Lily Wildhart.
Yeah, I may have a slight obsession with her books.
The name of the game is distractions. My memories are slowly starting to come back to me. They are flooding my head. I know these aren’t dreams anymore. I remember living these moments, knowing people, feeling safe in my home.
Home.
Vegas isn’t my home. But New York is. New York is my fucking home. I know where I came from.
What I am still fuzzy on is how I got to Vegas. I remember walking the streets of New York. I remember the cold, bitter winters, the snow, and holiday decorations. I remember Central Park and hanging out there to soak up the sun.
It’s as if the hit to my head knocked something loose. Someone pressed play on all the movies stored in my head.
I have started to feel more like myself. I am starting to remember who I am, where I came from, what I did in my life before I was with the kidnapper.
Before all the pain.