Page 22 of Sadistic Retribution

Destiny stumbles, crashing to the floor. Tears fill her eyes. She slowly gets up. “What happened to us, Synn? We were all so close as kids. Inseparable…”

Destiny isn’t part of either Mafia family, but her father works closely with all of ours. She was constantly around, attempting to keep up with us boys. We cared about her, until she viciously turned on us. Bitch using her budding sexuality to create jealousy between us.

“You can’t be serious, Des? You happened! You threw that nasty pussy at every one of us, then tried to turn us all against each other.”

She pouts, crossing her arms. “You can’t hold that against me. I was young and confused. I loved—love—you all! You can’t blame me for wanting all of you. That dumb whore had you?—”

I cut her off, slapping her across the face. She reaches up to cradle her cheek in shock.

“Never speak of her again,” I snarl. “She is ten times the woman you’ll ever be!”

“Fucking seriously?” Her face reddens in anger. “You do realize that our fathers are planning for us to get married, right? Once you leave—well, when we leave—an engagement announcement will be coming.”

“Oh, fuck you, Des, and fuck them, too. Over my dead body…” I furrow my brow, realizing she said WE were getting out soon. “What the hell do you mean when we leave?”

She grins. “You don’t know? When you guys go home, so do I. Why do you think I’m even here? I was put here on purpose, to watch over you all.”

My mouth drops open. What. The. Actual. Fuck?

I spit on her, shoving her hard enough for her back to slam into the nearest wall. “Stay away. I mean it, Des. You won’t get back up next time.”

I turn on my heel, walking away fast. My mind is reeling. I decide to head back to the apartment—I need to fill the guys in on this insanity.

Trikk

I'm walking out of Bambi’s room where I've been sleeping. I lock the door behind me, and get about two steps down the hall before someone collides with me.

“Oh! Trikk, I was looking for you,” a shy, female voice says.

I look up to see who it is. One of Destiny’s squad—the quieter one. What the fuck is her name again? “What do you want?”

She clears her throat. “Betsey. Zuman, Destiny’s friend.” She fiddles with her sleeve. “I haven’t seen Phoenyxx lately. Is she okay? I'm concerned.”

I frown. Why would this girl give a shit about Bambi? “Why do you care?”

“Um... she was nice to me. I like her. I mean—we're not friends or anything, but I still care.”

Well, that’s news to me. “She’s… gone. I don’t know where to. Or when, or even if she’ll be back. Just go on about your life, okay?”

Her face falls. “Oh, that’s awful. I'm so sorry...”

I struggle to keep the emotion off my face. “Yeah, thanks.”

She nods, then walks off. I sigh heavily, wishing with everything I have that Bambi is brought back to me.

I'm way too depressed to go to class, so I just go back to the apartment. Maybe one of the others will be there too.

Synn

I slam the door as I burst inside. I hear a yelp—so at least one of them is here.

“Fuck, bro, heart attack much?” Trikk comes out of his room, looking like hammered shit. He has dark circles under his eyes. His hair is mussed, his clothes hanging on his rapidly thinning frame. Trikk never looks anything less than perfect. It was pushed on him his whole life. His father always emphasized the way he needs to look, so women will all fall for him.

I never understood that more when I actually witnessed it for myself.

Synn Age 12

I'm just chilling with Trikk, shooting the shit about girls and video games.