Twisted Justice
Page 15
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Since things were moving along well with Cami, and me I felt a hell of a lot better even though I was still in the hotel. I got to see my wife all the time and judging by how frequently she and the kids went around with me for the past few days, I’d be moving back in soon.
I’d been keeping in touch with Alexander too, who told me that Chris sent him another letter asking if she could come visit him with Joseph. I had to pay my child a visit at Ocean Grove; evidently it had been too long.
I cut out of a meeting early and took a long drive to the women’s facility she was at. When I walked in there was a small clamor and eager aides wanting to take pictures. I did the gracious thing and obliged everyone before making my way to Chris’ room. When the nurse opened the door, I watched quietly as Christina read a book, humming a song to herself. I looked around the walls of the moderately sized room and noted all the drawings and watercolor paintings she’d done. Every single one was of green eyes. I rubbed my forehead and cleared my throat.
Christina spun around and grinned happily at me before launching into my arms. “Oh, Daddy! Hi! I knew you’d come see me! How long has it been, five hundred four hours or five hundred three? I can’t remember.”
“I don’t know, Chris. How have you been?” I touched her chin and smiled.
“I’m so much better now. I missed you so much.” I sat down and she went to sit on my lap. I tensed and moved her off me immediately. I no longer felt comfortable having her sit on my lap or be too damn close. She’d ruined that. “How are you, Daddy?”
“I’m okay…just trying to find your grandfather. If I could just get a lead on him…” I sighed heavily, staring into Christina’s brown eyes. She twisted her lips to the side of her face and shrugged quickly. Her gaze darted around the room and I watched them. Her line of sight kept going to the small desk tucked away in the corner. She had something over there.
“Can I come home now?” She asked randomly.
“Not yet. You still seem…off.” I raised an eyebrow at her. She must have been stashing her pills because she was so impulsive and upbeat. I excused myself from her room and went to speak to Dr. Roth, who was still handling Christina’s case. “Can you snag her out of the room for ten minutes? I want to look around,” I whispered. Dr. Roth nodded her head and smiled politely. “Send a nurse in after about five minutes.” I instructed before joining Chris again.
“Oh, you were gone for so long,” she pouted. “Daddy, how are the twins?” She asked me about the twins incessantly each time I visited or called her. It perplexed me so I only gave her the bare minimum. I didn’t trust my own daughter anymore and I knew I never would.
“They’re fine. Getting big,” I told her casually.
“Can I see them? You never show me pictures.”
“What is there to see? They look like Mason with green eyes.” I was so protective over the twins that I refused to even let Christina get a glimpse of them. I knew she was still talking to Joseph even before Alexander told me. It was a gut feeling, and I never ignored my gut.
“I want to see my brother-nephews.” Her voice had a nasty bite to it that I didn’t like, and I was just about to call her on it when a nurse stepped in and pulled Chris out for her medicine. She pouted and stomped out of the room in a huff. As soon as she was gone, I rifled through her desk. I found a small handful of white pills nestled between the pages of a magazine. I shook my head and put the magazine back where it was then moved on to her dresser.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I gently put a t-shirt back and my knuckle hit against something hard. I plucked a pair of underwear up and out tumbled a phone. It was locked with a password that I kept getting wrong until I thought like Christina. At first I tapped in my birthday but it buzzed at me letting me know I was way off. Then I sucked in a breath and tapped in Camilla’s birthday and it opened right up. Christina’s obsession with her sister was absolutely insane. My daughter was essentially dead to me. This new person was just a shell.
I was just opening up her texts when I heard the nurse laughing unnecessarily loudly down the hall. I locked the phone and slipped it back where it was then sat on the bed, scrolling through my own phone. Chris was none the wiser when she got back in. She grinned at me and continued asking a million questions about Camilla and the twins. The visit was painful in more ways than one, and I left there feeling unbelievably drained.
I sat in the car for at least twenty minutes just trying to figure out if my child was worth saving. She was so far gone that it hurt to even look at her. Just before I pulled off my phone rang, making me jump out of my damn skin I was so engrossed in my own thoughts. When I saw Trev’s number I frowned and answered. “What’s up?”
“I have news,” He said immediately.
“I’m listening.” I pulled off and transferred his call through the speakers in the truck.
“Joseph is in Santo Domingo.” My jaw ticked at the news. That motherfucker was right under my goddamn nose like I knew he was. “What do you want me to do? Because I’m five minutes off gutting his ass.”
“No, just watch him. Have your people watch him and let me know when he’s headed to Florida. I want to give him a warm fucking welcome.”
“We’re just going to let him roam around?” Trevor’s voice boomed through the speakers.
“Yes. Let him think he’s weaving his web. This is Cami’s kill. Not ours. We’re just the delivery men, remember?” I could hear Trevor grumbling on the other end. “Stay out of his sight, okay? I just need to know when he leaves the island.”
“Okay, man. I hear you.” I ended the call and sighed happily. Everything was about to come together nicely.
**
Chapter Eighteen
Joseph
When Christina told me that Alexander had agreed to meet with both of us, I was elated. My plans could finally move forward. I started packing my bags. I was going to see my sons but more importantly…I was going to finish what I’d started with Camilla. I was going to dig my dick so far into her I’d run through her mind while she slept.
“I’m coming for you and our boys,” I smiled at her picture. “I’ll make you forget about Emmanuel soon enough.” I caressed a photo of her staring into the camera with bright emerald eyes and a smirk on her golden face. “Fuck, you are hypnotic.” I grumbled. My dick jumped to life at the thought of fucking her and I paused in my packing to stroke my cock. I was looking at one of my favorite pictures of her where she wore an off the shoulder shirt and her nipples were so hard. So fucking hard. I just wanted to squeeze them between my teeth. I snatched the picture from the wall and shot hot, involuntary cum all over Camilla’s face. Soon I’d be doing that shit in real life.
She would scream at first, but once I had her and whisked her and my boys away she’d learn to be a woman of God. She’d yield to me and let me fuck her tight little holes until I got her pregnant again and again. I would make her kneel at my feet and submit. I would conquer her entirely and possess her completely.
Now was the time for me to prepare though. I had to make sure Alexander was fully on my side so that he could aide me in getting to the twins. He didn’t need to know that I planned to take Camilla too. He’d probably try to stop me if he knew that. He had to still be in love with her. She was such a tempting little slut I couldn’t blame him.
I took my bags out to the car and tossed them in the backseat since the trunk was occupied with Thalia’s rotting body. Even though I’d wrapped her well in thick plastic sheets, the smell was becoming pungent and unbearable. I locked my house up tight and then drove along side the ocean on the highway until the sun sank down to the other side of the earth. Once it was dark enough, I pulled over and tugged the bloated body from my trunk, lugging it to the shore, and then I grabbed a few cinderblocks and rope so I could weigh her down. I watched her body sink out of sight in a matter of minutes and I knew I’d be long gone before she surfaced and the manhunt began.
**
Christina was too fucking loony to do it successfully, but breaking her out of the psych ward would distract Emmanuel enough so I could get close. Once I nabbed Camilla and the boys, I’d lock her away in a place where nobody would be able to find us. I just had to distract Emmanuel and get Alexander’s help.
Once the plane landed I rented a car and went to a vacation home I’d rented and paid for with cash. I refused to be pinpointed so easily this time around. I would not stay at a hotel nor would I use plastic for anything. I had nothing but cash on me.
I decided to waste no time, so as much as I would have loved a nap, I had to go get Christina. It’s amazing what people will do for money. All you have to do is promise them enough and they’ll work with you or for you. It was astonishing to watch. The head nurse at Ocean Grove was more than willing to put my name on the list of approved relatives able to control Christina’s care. It meant at any time I could walk in there and check my granddaughter out of confinement and it would be perfectly legal. It cost me no less than five thousand dollars, which was a drop in the bucket compared to the money I’d gotten for selling those little bastard children of Camilla’s. It didn’t matter that Emmanuel had found them because in the process they’d killed the man I made the deal with leaving nobody to come take the money back.
I pulled up to Ocean Grove just twenty minutes before they shut visitation down for the night. All I had to do was drop my name and sign a couple papers and Chris was a free woman. She beamed like the sun when she saw me. “Grandpa!” She jumped into my arms and I hugged her tight.
“Hello, sweetheart. I told you I’d come get you,” I winked. “Let’s get your things so we can go. It’s a long drive back.” She took me back to her room and all the pictures of haunting green eyes she’d drawn and painted stunned me. She was like me. Perhaps she wanted to possess a piece of Camilla’s beauty for herself? Christina was gorgeous in her very own right but Camilla had something extra that made her stand out like a glittering prize begging to be owned. I would own her.
“Do you think they’ll call Daddy and tell him I’m leaving?” She asked as she zipped her last bag.
“Nah. I paid sufficiently so there should be no alerts to your father. At least not right away. By the time he finds out, you’ll be long gone. So will Camilla and the twins. Have you been able to see them? Do they look like me?”
“Daddy came by today but he wouldn’t show me the twins. I asked. He just said they looked like Mason with green eyes.”
“They have their mother’s eyes…” I stared at the green eyes staring back at me on Christina’s wall.
“I can’t believe you want her after she’s been with both of your sons, Grandpa. She’s fucking gross.” Anger flared in me but I calmed it down. Now wasn’t the time to teach Christina about redemption through Christ. There was redemption even for whores, and I was going to reform Camilla with everything I had in me. I’d let her still be a slut for me though.
“She’ll be whole again soon,” I sighed.
“Are we all going to live together because we pretty much hate each other. I can’t with her. It’s bad enough I had to see her fucking my father all over the place. I don’t need to see her fucking you too.”
“Christina…let’s go.” I tried to subdue my anger but she was pushing it. I didn’t want to hear her speaking like that. I grabbed her bags and we walked out of Ocean Grove freely. The night air filled my lungs and I felt the promise of a new day already beckoning to me.
“This place is nice.” Chris said when she walked into the rental. I took her bags into her room and made her a sandwich.
“Tomorrow, we’re going to see your uncle. His visitation days are every Tuesday. When I called up to the prison, they said he’d been moved to general population so he can receive normal visits. We’ll go talk to him and see where his head is since being locked away like a damn animal.”
“I miss Uncle Alex. I hope he isn’t mad at me. I mean he wrote back so he can’t be that mad, right?”
“Right. I’m sure he’s just frustrated being caged up is all.” I patted the top of her head and let out a pent up yawn.
“Do you think…before we leave…maybe I could see Laurel?” Her eyes looked far away but happy, like she was remembering good times.
“That’s the girl you told me about, right?”
“Yeah. She was my first love.”
“I don’t know Chris. We don’t have time to visit and lollygag.”
“I just wanna see if her and Trevor are happy together.”
“Christina, don’t worry about trivial shit. We have to keep focus, okay?”
“Okay. Focus. We’re gonna see Uncle Alex tomorrow,” she nodded.
“Exactly. We’ll get him on our side and then we’re on to the next phase in the plan.” I kissed her cheek and went to lie down. I wanted to be well rested to deal with my son. I needed to look into his eyes to make sure he was on board. I needed to read him.
**
Because he was a special inmate, Alexander got a private visiting room. I was highly skeptical when we were escorted somewhere other than the visiting area. I didn’t know if Alexander and Emmanuel were on speaking terms or not, but I’d find out in a matter of minutes.
I greeted my son with a smile and open arms. He seemed tense at first but accepted the embrace. He pulled Chris in immediately, hugging and kissing her. Then he paused, looking up at the third visitor. “Um…no offense but I thought it would just be you two,” he frowned.
“Well, I want you to meet my friend,” I told him as we all had a seat.
“He looks like Manny too. Handsome men just run in this family,” she sighed, holding her hand out to Alexander.
“And you are?” He raised a brow in question.
“I’m Lana Woods, nice to meet you.” He didn’t know who the hell Lana was so he couldn’t have been that close to his brother. Perfect. “I was your brother’s assistant until he fired me the other day,” she rolled her eyes.
“It was Camilla’s fault,” Christina blurted.
“Of course it was,” Lana scoffed. Lana was a beautiful woman that I’d come across in Santo Domingo who just happened to be from Florida and was very familiar with Emmanuel and his story. She’d never met him or Camilla but was disgusted by their relationship like a lot of people were. Who wouldn’t be?
I offered her a handsome payment and possibly even my son in turn if she followed my instructions to a tee and drove a wedge between him and his slut. She’d done a wonderful job so far. Her last update told me he was out of the house, which meant I had to act fast if I wanted to strike while the iron was hot.
I’d finally ruined their perfect little love story and Emmanuel was crushed and confused so was Camilla. It was quite easy though. All I had to do was hand Lana a decent supply of ecstasy to pump into Emmanuel’s system. It started off slowly at first just to get him warm and loose. Half a pill in his tea when Lana was interviewed already had him eyeing her. From there the dosage ramped up until he couldn’t contain himself around her. It was involuntary and as long as she was the only available pussy, he would stick his dick in her. He was on such a strong dose that it was practically a compulsion.
When I explained it to Alexander he groaned then laughed, shaking his head as if he understood everything in that moment. “You drugged him every time you saw him. Creating not only a physical need but a psychological one. He’d be pulled toward you every time he saw you with or without the pills. Pavlov’s Dog. You conditioned Manny to need to fuck you,” he was laughing again. “God, that’s brilliant.” A slow smile spre
ad across my face hearing him applaud the plan.
“It was the only logical way to get him away from Camilla. She’s like his drug so I needed something more powerful than her to pull him astray. Worked like a fucking charm,” I chuckled.
“Until he got pissed,” Lana pouted. “Time is running out now. I’m guessing it’ll only be a matter of time before she takes him back.”
“She won’t,” Alexander blurted. “She’s too hurt. I’ve seen it myself. She practically threw herself at me on her last visit. She was talking about divorce.” He explained happily.
“Divorce?” I grinned. “Wonderful,” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. “Alexander, do you have any pictures of Camilla’s twins?”
“Oh, yeah. She always sends me pictures of the kids,” he nodded.
“Do you have any on you?” I was chomping at the bit to see those boys. When Alexander reached in his pocket and pulled out a folded picture my heart jumped through the roof of my mouth. He opened it and passed it to me. I saw all the little bastard children and sitting on the floor in the front were two identical twins with short, sandy curls, brown skin, and blazing green eyes. They were all the best parts of Camilla and me. I had to have them.
“They’re so handsome,” Christina sighed. “Too bad they’re Camilla’s.”
“Watch your mouth, Christina,” I frowned. “Alexander, I think Camilla’s twins are mine,” I confessed with a smile. His brown eyes widened with surprise. It was the same reaction I had when Christina told me Camilla was pregnant.
“Yours?” He leaned in a bit. “You think they’re…your children?”
“Yes, it makes sense. Camilla and I were intimate right before she popped up pregnant.”
“You do know how pregnancy works, right?”
“Of course I do. Do you? Camilla screwed me then she popped up pregnant with the twins. You think that was just a coincidence? Have you seen how much they look like me? You really think it couldn’t happen given what happened to you?” He sucked in a breath and nodded.