Twisted Justice

by Danielle James

  “I never wanted to break your heart,” I told her quietly. “Can you please tell me what the fuck is going to happen to us?” I was honestly terrified to ask that question but I needed to know.

  “I don’t know right now. Eventually we’ll get a divorce though.” I watched her face contort into a heart-wrenching frown as she cried silent tears like it was the hardest thing for her to say. I shook my head and cupped my fingers around the back of her neck.

  “We’re not getting a divorce, Camilla.”

  “We were never supposed to get a divorce. We were supposed to be together forever.” She blinked and tears dropped from her lashes.

  “We will be. We just need to work through this.” I pressed kisses to her forehead and cheeks and she melted, shaking and crying. She didn’t hate me. She hated what I did but she didn’t hate me. “Call me when the kids get home, please,” I told her as I stood.

  “I’ll have Claire call you,” she sniffled. I nodded and walked out.

  Cole was in the kitchen when I went downstairs and he looked at me like he could shoot me where I stood. The feeling was mutual. I chose not to speak to him because if I did, I’d probably end up killing him with my bare hands. I left and checked into a hotel for the night. Before I went to sleep, I sent Lana a text warning her not to stop past the house. It would be the last trip she ever made if she went there alone.

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  Chapter Twelve

  Joseph

  “Christina, how are you feeling today?” I smiled into the phone.

  “Hey, grandpa! I’m feeling fantastic now that I’m not on those…pills,” she quieted her voice and blew out a breath.

  “Wonderful,” I said. She was trying to be as low key as possible and I appreciated her for it. “Did you get the phone I sent you?” I’d sent a visitor to Christina with a non-traceable phone for her to use so we could text until I was back in Florida.

  “Yes. I got it.”

  “Perfect,” I smiled. “I need for you to do me a favor, sweetheart.”

  “Okay…what is it?” Her tone was skeptical but open.

  “I want you to get in touch with your uncle. I have his information. I’ll text it to you on your phone.”

  “What the hell am I supposed to say to him? I don’t think he wants to hear from me.”

  “He’s locked up for Christ’s sake, Chris. He’s a captive audience. It’s not like he has a huge choice in the matter. Write to him. I want him back on our side…at least for the time being.” If I could wrangle Alexander in again, I knew he could get me close to the twins, even if Christina couldn’t. I wanted to see my children and I wanted to see Camilla. I wanted to fuck Camilla.

  Even though I’d had my share of beautiful whores while in Santo Domingo, nothing would quench my thirst like she would. I needed to finish what I’d started. I would screw her so good she’d forget she hated me after a while. I knew sex was the only way to get through to her. I’d gladly speak her language.

  “You think he’s really going to go for that shit?” She laughed.

  “Once he finds out who those twins really belong to. He won’t be so hard to win over. Besides, his brother has him locked away, rotting. I don’t think you’ll need to hypnotize him in order to get his help.”

  “What can he do from jail though?” She wondered.

  “He can get into Camilla’s ear. I know she has to still be in contact with him. Even if she isn’t, he can get in contact with her. It’s time to start the ball rolling. I need to meet my sons.”

  “I still can’t believe how disgusting Camilla is. I mean, from Daddy to uncle Alex and then you? Ugh. I’m going to vomit.”

  “She’s just lost. I’m going to help her find herself though. That’s for damn sure.” I could just see her shapely body and green eyes and I fought the erection that was stiffening in my pants.

  “You say lost, I say slut. How long before you come back to Florida? I miss you,” She pouted.

  “Soon, Chris. Soon.” I got off the phone with her and scrolled through the hundreds of pictures I had saved of Camilla. I had no idea why she had to be so beautiful and such a slut. Jesus. I opened the folder I had of pictures of her from when I spied on her through the bedroom. The first photo I saw was of her perky tits. I stroked my cock and flipped through dozens of pictures of her bending over and getting fucked. It should have been a crime for any woman to make my dick so hard.

  With my thumb over Emmanuel’s face I looked at countless photos of her. All her. Ochre skin and golden hair with bright green eyes and the prettiest pink lips, her thick thighs and slender waist leading up to the fullest set of tits. …And her neck, oh God Camilla’s neck was so perfect and dainty and begged to be gripped and bitten.

  Before I knew it I was coming all over the place. I had to have her. I had to posses her and do dirty, disgusting things to her. She liked that sort of thing. I could see it written all over that little face. I wanted to fuck every hole she had, and she’d let me too.

  Once I’d cleaned up, I walked into the bedroom and ran my fingers across one of the many pictures of Camilla I had hanging all over the walls. It was a picture where she was staring into the camera with her long hair piled on top of her head in a bun. Her eyes were piercing and burned a hole right through me. “Soon,” I whispered under my breath. Just looking at how full her lips were made my dick twitch again. Dammit. I walked into the living room past the coffee table and her cat eyes followed me from the frames sitting in clusters on the tabletop.

  I grabbed myself a cold bottle of water to calm the raging lust in me and stared aimlessly at the fridge. Camilla stared back. Dozens of magnets held up striking images of her from every angle. My favorite was from behind. Any time she looked over her shoulder made me tingle. Emmanuel couldn’t possibly know what to do with such a beautiful, lost girl like her. I dragged my finger along the photos on the countertop and sighed. I needed to get out of the house. Sometimes, looking at her beauty could be stifling.

  I found myself at a nice, laid back bar by the ocean. I could hear the waves lapping at the shore and it relaxed me. Soon, I knew I’d be leaving the peace and serenity just to jump back into chaos, but if it meant I’d see my sons and get Camilla then I’d do it.

  “Excuse me, is this spot taken?” A young woman, half my age approached me with a beautiful smile and…green eyes. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.

  “Please, have a seat. I’m just lucky someone as beautiful as you decided to sit by an old man today,” I laughed. Her hair was long and silky and while it was blonde instead of tawny brown, I’d take it.

  “Old man?” She smacked her lips together and then laughed. “You don’t look older than forty.”

  “I’m well into my sixties but thank you, sweetheart.” I winked at her and she giggled. I still had it. “I didn’t catch your name.”

  “Oh, I’m Thalia, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

  “Joseph.” I looked her body over and it paled in comparison to Camilla’s but I could fantasize. Either way, I was getting her in my bed. “Thalia, can I buy you a drink? Or five,” I laughed.

  “Who am I to turn down a drink…or five?” She laughed. I ordered us both the same drink and proceeded to crush a few pills of ecstasy in my glass. I wrapped her up in conversation and when she wasn’t looking, I swapped our glasses and knocked my new glass back in a matter of seconds. “Oh, looks like I’m slacking.” She smiled and knocked hers back too. It was only a matter of fucking time after that.

  “You want another?” I asked her. “Or will your boyfriend get mad that an old man is buying you drinks?”

  “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she grinned.

  “You’re lying. As sexy as you are, Thalia I’m sure you have to beat the men off with a stick.”

  “Ugh, I wish.” She toyed with a napkin and sighed. “I’m on vacation by myself. How pathetic is that? I’m trying to find myself…whatever that really means.” Her fingers stroked t
he napkin over and over and I knew she was feeling the effects of the pills.

  “It means you’re an independent woman who’s doing something different. Nothing wrong there.” I touched the back of her hand and she shivered a bit. When I went to pull my hand away, she grabbed on and touched my palm repeatedly. She was primed and ready.

  “You’re sweet, Joseph. God…I’m so warm,” she giggled. “And I know I’m such a creep but I can’t stop touching you. It’s like…I need to touch you.” She purred and bit her bottom lip.

  “Look, lets finish this conversation back at my place.” I motioned toward the door and she nodded. We walked out hand in hand and I slid my arm around her waist and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “How do you feel Thalia?”

  “I feel really good.”

  “Wonderful.” I slid my hand down to her ass and grabbed it. “You smell good.” I told her once we reached my car. She couldn’t keep her little hands off me by then. I chuckled and tugged at her top until her small, perky tits were exposed right in the parking lot for anyone to see.

  I ran my tongue across her nipples and she gasped. “Oh my god. I don’t even know why I’m doing this but I just…I need to feel you right now.”

  “I know. It’s okay. Let’s just go with it,” I told her in between kisses along her collarbone. “Is your pussy wet, Thalia?”

  “Yes,” she panted. I lifted her skirt and pushed my fingers inside of her in no time.

  “You were right.” I tasted her flavor and growled with approval. “Can I fuck you Thalia?”

  “Yes. Please.” She was going crazy, touching herself and me. My dick strained against my pants to get to her and a part of me wanted to screw her right against the side of my car. Clearly she was a whore so she’d go for anything, but I couldn’t risk getting into any trouble this close to me going back to Miami. I took her back to my place and we barely made it in the door before I had her undressed.

  “Who is that in all the pictures?” She frowned in a haze of drugs.

  “My wife. She died.” I said quickly before pushing her down on the couch and sinking my teeth into her neck.

  “Oh god!” She called out, clawing at my back. “I want you to fuck me.” She told me. I obliged too. I sank my cock so deep inside of her she shut her eyes. When she started bucking against me, I envisioned Camilla. She felt so good.

  Her tight pussy squeezed down on me as I thrust over and over into her. “Can I cum in you?”

  “Yes!” She yelped. I came while my cock was buried in her and stayed there until I stopped pulsing. “Joseph, yes!” She whined. I smiled picturing Camilla calling for me like that. When Thalia sat up she rubbed her eyes and then beamed up at me. “That was amazing. Can I use your bathroom?” I showed her the way and pulled my pants on. It was always good to release into a willing slut. It was even better when the slut looked like Camilla.

  When Thalia returned from the bathroom I looked into her eyes and frowned. They were brown. “Didn’t you have green eyes?” I asked her.

  “Oh, yeah I just took my contacts out. They were irritating me,” she shrugged. Rage surged through my body and I gripped her hair in my hand furiously.

  “You were supposed to have green eyes,” I growled.

  “Joseph, you’re hurting me!” She screamed. I closed my hand around her throat and squeezed until she was struggling to suck in a breath. I slammed her against the wall angrily.

  “Is this hair yours?” I tugged at her long blonde hair until a wig came off in my hand and I laughed. “Fucking imposter.” I flung open the bedroom door and shoved her inside. Thalia’s scared eyes glanced around the room at the walls and doors and she let out a scream. It was shrill and loud and I wanted to snatch her throat out.

  “You’re sick! Is that really your wife?” She backed up until she was flat against the wall. She scanned the pictures of Camilla and I noticed subtle recognition set in. “This is…she’s the governor of Florida’s wife. Why do you have her pictures wallpapering your fucking room?” She didn’t understand how I felt about Camilla. Nobody did.

  I brought my hand down across her face and she screamed in pain. In a flash I was choking her again. “She’s my wife.” I gritted out as my grip tightened. Thalia tried in vain to pry my hands off her throat. I watched her brown eyes droop as it became harder and harder for her to breathe. Slowly her arms went limp and I smiled as I watched life slip from her body. I only let her slide to the floor once her eyes shut and I couldn’t feel her heart thumping anymore.

  I looked at the walls of my room and smiled at Camilla. “Nobody understands. I’ll have you soon though. You and my sons.” One picture in particular had my dick throbbing. She was in only a pair of panties and I couldn’t help jerking my cock to it. Camilla’s perfect tits brought me to climax in no time flat, but this time I had something better than my hand and printed pictures of Camilla to cum on. I yanked Thalia’s head back and let loose all over her face. I let out a breath and sat on my bed. I felt much better after that shit.

  I stared at Thalia’s body off and on for hours trying to figure out what to do with the corpse of a whore. She was still propped up in the corner near the closet naked with her eyes closed. “You might still be alive if you’d just had green eyes. The Lord doesn’t like imposters and neither do I.” I looked her over and shrugged, if nothing else Thalia would make an interesting cum rag for the next couple of days.

  Before I went to bed, I draped a sheet over her body and shut the lights off. Sleeping with a dead whore in the room wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done. I slept like a fucking baby too.

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  Chapter Thirteen

  Camilla

  I woke up every fucking hour without Emmanuel sleeping next to me. Cole was there, but it wasn’t the same. Whenever I’d sit straight up in bed, he would toss a heavy arm across my middle and tug me back down.

  When it was nearing three in the morning and I jolted straight up, feeling off and empty without my husband, Cole sat up too. “Come here,” he yawned, holding his arms open. I scooted toward him and curled against his body like a cat. “I hate seeing you like this,” he sighed quietly into the dark.

  “I hate feeling like this. I literally feel like half of me is missing, Cole. You’re the only thing holding me together.” I touched the side of his face and he nodded, wrapping his arms around me.

  “You know I got you. No matter what.” He kissed the top of my head and I settled against him even more.

  “I’m scared,” I blurted.

  “Of losing Manny?”

  “Of losing you,” I sniffled. Cole pulled back and looked at me with shock etched on his face. I could see it even in the blackness of the night.

  “Me? I’m not going anywhere.” He almost chuckled at the notion.

  “Cole, we can’t sit here like we don’t have feelings for each other. We can’t hide anymore.” I sat up and faced him, crossing my ankles and letting my knees fall to the side. The air between us grew still and silent.

  “We can’t go there again,” he responded.

  “Go where?”

  “Go back and revisit those fucking feelings” he grumbled. He sounded so much like me in the past. I was always fighting my emotions and shit, they fought back until I learned there is no running from your emotions. You can’t run from what lives inside of you.

  “Cole, I love you,” I finally said. Hearing the words not attached to our friendship felt so awkward. It felt too open and it scared me.

  “No,” he whispered almost to himself. “Camilla, you can’t.”

  “I do. You know I do.”

  “Goddammit,” he grumbled. I thought he was mad. I thought he’d get up and go to another room to get away from me. Instead he grabbed my neck, pulling me closer to him until our lips touched. “I love you too,” he breathed. We paused in our kiss to study each other’s shadowed features. After that, we collided so fiercely I couldn’t control myself.

  I knew what we were doing was s
o dangerous but I didn’t care right then. He felt so right. He lifted my nightshirt over my head and put his warm mouth on my breasts dragging his tongue over my stiff nipples. I wanted him to devour me whole.

  “This is so fucked up.” He muttered against my skin.

  “It is.”

  “I can’t stop myself though.”

  “I don’t want you to stop,” I whined.

  “You don’t want me to stop?” I shook my head and he flipped me over on my stomach and hovered over top of me then I looked over my shoulder at him. I watched his muscles move as he pulled his hard dick out and I felt my stomach clench. “Jesus, Cole would you fuck me already? I’m so wet.”

  “Shut up,” he sighed before pushing his long cock inside of me. He shut me up quick. His strokes were so powerful my head almost rammed into the headboard. “I love the way you take dick, Camilla.” He bit the back of my neck while he dug into me.

  I pushed my ass back against him, matching his rhythms thrust for thrust. I trembled as his tongue slid up and down my shoulders. He was so intense I couldn’t hold on to my orgasm. Cole was fucking me like he loved me. He was fucking me like I belonged to him. “I’m gonna cum!” I moaned.

  “Good. I wanna feel you cum all over me.” When he pulled my long hair, arching my back and hammering into my wet pussy, I lost it. I shook like a leaf and Cole started to cum along with me but he pulled out before he shot his entire load inside of me. I could feel it pool in the dip of my lower back. He slapped his hot, wet dick against my ass, quite proud of his work. Hell, I was proud of it too.

  Once he cleaned me off, I drifted off to sleep. The last thing I heard him say was, “I knew that’s all your ass needed to go to sleep.” He kissed the side of my face and I let out a sleepy laugh before I was out.