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ALEXIS

“ I get 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…

With spring in my step, I wheeled him inside the emergency room entrance, stopping for a moment to lock the doors with the program on my phone. No one was getting out, except for me when my work was complete.

Continuing forward towards the elevators, I pressed the button for the top floor where the executive offices were located. Upon entering the elevator, I couldn’t help but grin at the blood splatter on the wall, remembering Dom’s head tossing to the side as I hit him with the butt of that gun…

This is all for you, baby. I promised you I would burn the world down to get you justice, and after tonight, I’ll only have three more of these motherfuckers left. I said to Amara in my mind.

The elevator doors opened, and I began the familiar walk towards Amara’s office. Even after two years, a strip of the yellow “police line” tape was still hanging horizontally across the doorframe. I was careful to avoid it when I was setting everything up; leaving it there as a reminder, motivation for why I was doing this.

“You thought you and your stupid brothers could outrun the LAPD, but not me,” I said as I ducked under the tape, pushing Aaron into the room.

Parking the wheelchair in the middle of the room, I made sure he was facing the wall of monitors I had set up. Each monitor would show him a specific security camera I had set up, so he can watch everything I do to Dom… everything .

Locking the wheels on the wheelchair, I began to untie Aaron. I needed to remove his handcuffs from his wrists behind his back, but before doing anything else, I pulled my cell phone out and tapped a few buttons to light up the monitors with my security cameras.

It’s been a little while since I left Dom in the morgue, and I’m sure that steroid-induced piece of shit was awake by now and trying to escape.

Scanning the monitors for the morgue, I saw Dom trying to slide himself out of the cold body storage unit.

With a satisfied smile, I removed my duffel bag from across my chest and dropped it to the floor. Kneeling down on one knee, I rummaged through its contents, looking for my smaller lengths of rope.

Pulling out a few small bundles of rope, I glanced at the monitors, watching Dom. I couldn’t help but chuckle as his body landed with a harsh “thud” as he rolled himself off the tray. Returning to untying Aaron, I glanced at Dom again. The look of confusion, shock, pain, fear… It made the two year wait worth it.

I pulled the second handcuff key from my pocket and unlocked the cuffs on his wrists behind his back, tossing them in my duffel. I had to move quickly, time was running out, and fuck, how badly I want to hunt…

I tied Aaron’s arms to the armrests of the wheelchair, his elbows bent at a ninety-degree angle. With the original rope I had used to hold him in place when bringing him up here, I wrapped it around his torso and the backrest of the wheelchair as tight as I could. Finally, I used smaller lengths of rope to tie his ankles and shins down to the footrests.

My eyes caught Dom as he discovered the handcuff key I left for him.

Now the fun begins…

One more time, I reached into the duffel, pulling out a little pouch of smelling salts. Cracking it, I held it up to Aaron’s nose, and he quickly awoke, looking around the room as if he was assessing where he was. The moment his eyes met mine, they narrowed in anger.

Standing in front of him, I leaned on the wall casually with my arms crossed over my chest. As he glared daggers at me, I untucked one hand, wiggling my fingertips in a mock wave.

“So, here’s the deal,” I said, pushing myself off the wall, bending over in front of him, resting my hands on the armrest of the wheelchair. “You’re going to sit here like the bitch you are, and watch me hunt your brother.” I tipped my head towards the security cameras. “Oh! My apologies!” Reaching into my pocket for my phone, I tapped a few buttons, turning on the audio. ”There! All better!”

Tucking my phone back in my pocket, I lifted Aaron’s chin to look at me.

“Do you remember this room, hmm? Do you remember what you did to my fiancée? What Dom did to her? Erik? Sebastian?” I said through gritted teeth as he looked around the room. A flash of realization hit him as he looked back at me.

“So, you do remember. Good,” I purred, walking behind him. With his knife, I cut a slit in the duct tape covering his mouth before placing it back in its holster on my hip. With my fingertips, I continued the rip, giving me a good section to grip on.

“You know, it’s the little things in life…” As hard as I could, I tore the duct tape from his skin until the middle of his cheek. A decent little chunk of hair was left behind in the tape, as he groaned in pain. Walking around to the front of him, I continued. “The smallest, most insignificant things have a way…” Again, I tore the tape as hard as I could, uncovering his still gagged mouth. “... of bringing you joy…” The next tear forced a tear run down his pathetic face, and about a quarter-sized chunk of epidermis tore from his cheek. “But what do I know? I’ve been living without my fiancée for two years,” I spat, ripping it the rest of the way off, tearing more hair out from the back of his head.

Blood trickled down his cheek where some of his skin was torn off and it sent a swell of pride and satisfaction throughout my body. His skin was red, swollen, and irritated from wearing that duct tape for over fifteen hours, and it was the least of what he deserved.

Still gagged, Aaron tried to talk, and I tossed the duct tape over my shoulder like it was the most insignificant thing I’d ever laid hands on. Through his mumbling, I dug through my duffel for fresh gloves since the tape ripped the fingertips off of the doubled up pair I was wearing. While I was in my bag, I pulled out two heavy duty leather wrist restraints that looked like a leather belt on steroids, and two freshly filled magazines for Dom’s 1911.

Dom groaned through the speakers, earning both mine and Aaron’s attention, our eyes finding the security cameras. He was kneeling on the ground next to a now open door on the lowest level of the morgue’s body cooler. Using the inside corner of the door, he maneuvered his cheek to try to peel down the duct tape using the corner of the steel door.

“Hmm, ingenuity at its finest,” I chuckled, placing the magazines in my back pocket and kneeling in front of him, strapping his wrists to the wheelchair.

Standing tall in front of Aaron, I unsheathed his blade, pressing the flat edge under his chin to force his eyes to meet mine.

“Enjoy the show,” I chuckled, using the tip of his knife to cut the gag free from his mouth.

“You crazy fucking bitch! Don’t you know who we are?! Just wait until I get out of here, I will destroy you and everyone you love, do you hear me!” Aaron roared at me, and I placed his knife back into place, crossed my arms, and rolled my eyes as if I was bored. I motioned my hand as if I was taunting his mouth, yapping with a yawn.

“Oh, big words from a little fucking man tied to this wheelchair like a bitch,” I said, dramatically holding my hand and out, and flipping it with my fingers curled into my palm to metaphorically check my nails.

“You stupid cunt! Just you wait until—” I cut him off with a harsh punch to the jaw, tossing his head to the side.

“Keep barking, it will get you nowhere. You think your brothers are coming for you? Going to come rescue you? It’s just you, Dom, and me here, and the only way out is in a body bag. So go ahead, keep barking like the little bitch you are, and you’ll see how it gets you absolutely fucking nowhere,” I said, through clenched teeth. “But, like I said before I was rudely interrupted… Enjoy the show.”

I patted his cheek, turning to leave the room. With one more glance towards the security cameras, my eyes found Dom on the screen, successfully getting his mouth free from the duct tape.

“Perfect.”